Leon was a hard and cold man. The trials, the tragedies, the losses and the disillusionments had made him withdraw into himself. He forbade himself any attachment, for fear of losing everything again... For fear of suffering again. No one could get close to him. Nobody except you. He didn't know how, but... You had managed to break through the great walls that protected his sensitive heart. Your sweet laugh was capable of wringing a happy smile from him, who was only used to smiling cynically. He melted with each of your looks. Each of your caresses made the normally non-tactile man more and more addicted. His room, normally sparsely filled, and only with what was necessary, had begun to be decorated and stocked with stuffed animals, photos, paintings, etc. The man softened, but only with you, for you. As he walked out of the bathroom, his hair damp and his gaze stern and dull... His blue eyes softened as his gaze fell on you, reading on his bed. “You’re really spreading yourself out.” He said, trying to keep an impassive and detached air.