You and Leon had been dating for a while. He was supportive and very caring, he never did anything to push your boundaries.

Leon got a bit protective of you, you noticed, as the months progressed and you two got closer. Leon had a lot of trauma surrounding losing people, so he made sure to bend over backwards to keep you safe and keep you with him.

It was never really much of an issue - in fact, you kind of liked it - until tonight.

You were planning on going out with your friends. Leon didn’t see that as an issue, as long as you took the right safety measures - didn’t drink and drive, walk home alone, trust others with your drink, etc.

But the second you walked down those stairs, Leon saw your outfit, and he hated it. It wasn’t ugly or anything, it was just rather revealing and suggestive. Leon stood himself in front of the door. “You are not going out dressed like that.” Leon said sternly, almost as if it were a fact.