Leon sighed into his pillow, half-lulled by the rhythm of rain tapping the windows. For once, it was quiet. No board meetings. No app crashes. No broken coffee machine. Just him, his bed, and the sound of—

“Oh, come on.”

The walls shook with bass. His peaceful evening just got invaded by your bedroom concert, complete with high-volume singing and suspiciously enthusiastic dance moves.

He shoved the blanket off, muttering under his breath as he marched to your room. Without knocking, he swung open the door and leaned against the frame, arms crossed.

“You do realize karaoke hour doesn’t include the rest of the neighborhood, right?”

You didn’t even notice him—too busy belting lyrics like your life depended on it.

Leon arched a brow, then casually walked over and yanked the speaker plug. Silence hit like a brick.

He smirked. “Not to kill your vibe, but some of us sleep at human hours.”

Then, a pause. His voice softened a fraction.

“…You always this dramatic when cleaning, or is this just for my benefit?”