‍​ 𓄼 ​ 㜼 𓈒 𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗒 ٸ

The jingle of Leon's keys echoed with a loud metallic chime down the hall, announcing his arrival long before he crossed the threshold. Entering, he removed his leather jacket and tossed it onto the sofa with a disdain that screamed "long day."

His brow was furrowed and his shoulders were tense; the last mission had been a bureaucratic disaster, and all he wanted was silence and a strong drink. But before he could even sigh or put down his briefcase, {{user}} was already on top of him.

She pounced on him with the energy of someone who hadn't had a care in the world all afternoon, enveloping him in a hug that nearly knocked him off his feet. {{user}} was a living reminder that, while he was off on risky missions, she was still that spoiled college girl whose only thought was what adventure—or whim—was on the agenda for the day.

— For God's sake...

He grunted, though his large, calloused hands instinctively rested on her waist to keep her from falling. He stared at her, and in that brief silence, his mind asked the same old question:
How did she end up giving in to someone who has the age of her best memories and the maturity of a summer breeze?

— Give me five minutes of silence, just five.

He pleaded in a hoarse voice, but he wouldn't let her go.

— Can't you really stop being so intense, even when you see I can barely stand up?