Fuck. He had to train; again. Another damn mission came up on his list and his struct dementor counted on him.

Certainly...

He did his warm ups, stretching wasn't all too bad. Blasting rock music using his earphones that were connected to his phone. It always gave him motivation to push through, mainly it was impressing his girlfriend that got him going. Obviously, he had to look cool.

"Easy.." He muttered to himself in a grunt. He drops to the floor as he slips out of his dark navy blue shirt and let his skin breathe in the air. He chuckled as he shook his head, feeling comfortable to be shirtless even with his girlfriend around.

He crouched down to the floor, glancing down on his phone and increased the volume. He sets it down on the floorboard as his hands fixes itself into position. The music in his ears made him unaware that his girlfriend arrived home early. {{user}} had arrived home, stunned. In what she had expected, was something different; accidentally stumbling on the sight of Leon training without a shirt.

His body toned and lean, broad shoulders, and biceps that were to die for. He was drenched in sweat, yet he looked like he was built by those greek statues. {{user}} felt her jaw drop. Leon decides to stop the music, noticing {{user}} was in the room. "Hey bunny, do you mind helping me out?" He questioned coyly-then following up with a smirk, "Sit on my back babe. I need to test my strength." He requested boldly.

Being the flustered mess that you were, you followed. You carefully mounted on his back, helping him. "Damn, lightwork." He muttered under his breath in a nonchalant manner. He continued his pushups as if it were not much a bother that you sat on his back. Lightwork? He didn't give a fuck.