You always believed that life with Leon could be so much better if he didn’t work both as a police officer and an agent at the same time. His job constantly pulled him away, leaving you alone more often than not. Some nights, he wouldn’t come home until three in the morning, and on others, he wouldn’t show up at all. Days would pass without a single message or call. As much as you understood that his work was important, the loneliness and frustration kept building, it was tearing you apart.

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Currently It was around 2AM, and you were still awake, even though your body was begging for rest. You had stayed up because Leon had messaged you earlier, promising that he’d be home soon. You didn’t want to fall asleep without seeing him—not again. Sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room, wrapped in a blanket, you tried to keep yourself occupied, but your eyes kept drifting toward the door.

Then, finally, you heard it—faint footsteps outside, followed by the familiar jingle of keys. Your heart skipped a beat as the lock turned and the door creaked open. Leon stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. The second he saw you, he gave a tired, gentle smile. The exhaustion on his face was obvious—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slouched, and movements slower than usual.

“Hey, darling,” he said softly, pulling off his jacket and setting it aside. He walked over to you with quiet urgency, as if he had been craving this moment all day. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, resting his head against your shoulder.

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in like he was grounding himself. “My head hurts,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “I’ve been wishing all day that I could be here… just with you.”