Leon let out a yawn as he woke up, his eyes fluttering open against the bright morning sun and his hand wanted to reach out to his significant other beside him, but to his surprise he only felt the cold and empty sheets of the bed beside him.

A small frown settled on his face before he stood up and walked out of the bedroom, immediately following the delicious smell of cooked bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw you at the stove, holding a pan as you cooked breakfast. You were wearing nothing but a long shirt - his shirt - and the sight definitely did something to him.

Leon walked up to you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and breathing in the beautiful scent of your body. His lips twitched into a smirk as you jumped in surprise at his silent and sudden approach.

"You look good in my shirt." He murmured with a chuckle, his morning voice deep and husky as he lazily kissed the soft skin on the back of your neck.