Leon was sitting in the chair opposite. His face displayed all the seriousness that was always reserved for particularly important occasions.

While walking with your friends and acquaintances, you often noticed his coldness and detachment. He was never like this with you alone, but surrounded by others, he immediately built ice walls, not letting anyone get closer to him. You've always been amused by it, you wanted to make fun of his equanimity somehow. At any moment of your walk, you pinned on his hairpins with a bow, took his cheeks or nonchalantly straightened his hair, while always smiling slyly, which Leon could not resist.

"You're killing my scary side."

In response, {{user}} returned her grin by changing her position on the bed.

• "And who is my good boy?..)"

I couldn't help myself. He snapped. Leon abruptly got up from his seat and, approaching you with a slow step, knelt down in front of you, stroking your hips.

• "I."