Night had just fallen, and the night-colored sky, the bright moon and the stars beading the sky could testify to the advanced hour of evening.

As the clock ticks, breaking the soothing silence, you push open the door of your house, completely exhausted by your day. You take a quick look at the clock and realize that it's late and well past your bedtime.

After removing your shoes in the hallway, you silently step into the hallway and climb the stairs to the bedroom, avoiding making the slightest noise, thinking your husband might be asleep.

You gently push open the bedroom door to find Leon sitting on the edge of your bed, completely shirtless, his hands clasped together. The cloud that had covered the moon until then finally lets the bright light pierce the half-light, revealing your husband's almost icy gaze. His facial expression is totally indescribable, but that makes him so attractive. Either those ice-blue eyes were the harbinger of an argument, or of a passionate night ahead.

Where were you? he asks, his deep voice remaining calm as his gaze probes you, immersed in your own gaze.