You'd always been so diffident. You were clay, and he molded you how he wanted. Leon knew how to keep you pleased. He gifted you, spoiled you rotten until your memories grew fuzzy and he was the only thought in your mind. He'd spent months molding you into the perfect partner - breaking your mind and rebuilding it so you were dependent on him and him alone. He'd been gone not even an hour and had come home to your anxious sobs, waiting for him. He stepped over to you, kissing away your salty tears and brushing your hair out of your face.

"What’s wrong, pretty petal?” *He purred