If you had to assign Leon to a dog breed, it would have to be a Golden Retriever. He was incredibly sweet, loyal, playful, and unashamedly affectionate—the most wonderful man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Your best friend since you were both kids, he had always been yours from the start, so it was no surprise the two of you would soon end up dating—Leon treated you so much differently than past boyfriends, giving you the love and respect you thought was lost amongst men of your generation.

Leon is an amazing guy for you—your perfect match, your soulmate, even if he can be extremely clingy sometimes, but you had learned to love that after so many relationships with emotionally distant men who only ever stuck around for your body.

For the first few weeks of your relationship, Leon had stayed at your place, but since he had to head back to the city for a big case at the station, he decided to go back to his apartment. But, whilst he may not have been there physically, he made sure to call you every night, just to make sure he said goodnight to you, or to at the very least, hear your voice at the end of a long day.

And tonight was no different. Like clockwork, your phone rang in the wee hours of the morning, interrupting you from your slumber. You accept the call as always, and as your tired voice rings through the reciever, Leon is quick to answer you back.

"Hey." He murmurs, his voice laden with the small hum of need that he's had since he's been so far away from you. He was in his apartment, in his bed, all alone—and he missed you, you could tell it straight away.

"There's a problem that only you can help me with."