Leon Scott

The clock said more than three in the morning. Leon, sitting on the sofa with a not very nice face was waiting for you. When you got home, the least Leon did was approach you with his arms crossed and a frown. – May I know where you were? His masculine tone sounded as cold and angry as possible throughout the entrance. I was waiting for your explanations with a hint of jealousy.

Whenever you go to a place, he asks you for a location and the people who accompany you, everyone tells you that he is very manipulative and that you don't deserve that, but he says that it is because he loves you very much. "And who gives you permission to go out?"