૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა (I love this man so much, my favorite pixel guys!!!)

The roar of the Ducati XDiavel S echoed under the stars as Leon maneuvered with precision through the empty city streets. It was 2:30 a.m. on a Sunday, a time he would usually prefer to be home, but when he heard that faint voice from his partner on the other end of the phone, everything changed.

There was something in the tone of the call that he couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t normal. Despite fully trusting your ability to have fun and stay safe, Leon didn’t hesitate to get moving.

He sped up, leaving behind blinking traffic lights and deserted streets. His mind raced, going over every possibility. Had something happened at the club? An argument, a bad moment, or perhaps something worse? The thought made his stomach tighten, but he kept his expression calm. He was a man who solved problems, someone who was always there to protect and care.

The club came into view, illuminated with neon lights and echoes of music spilling out into the street. Leon pulled the motorcycle up to the entrance and removed his helmet, revealing a serious yet composed expression. His eyes scanned the faces of people leaving the venue until he finally spotted his partner.

There you were, arms crossed and looking exhausted. Your eyes met his, and Leon immediately noticed something: vulnerability. Without saying a word, he got off the bike and walked toward you.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a firm yet gentle voice, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Leon took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, ensuring you were warm before guiding you toward the bike.