Mr_Positive
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Leon sat quietly, listening to Belle’s words with a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She spoke with such ease about everything—planning the ball, sending out invitations, even taking initiative with her dress. There was a calm confidence in her that both impressed and comforted him. She knew what needed to be done and was already moving forward without hesitation. It reminded him of why he admired her so much—not just for her heart, but for her strength, her ability to take control and make things happen.
He glanced down at her hand resting on his, her touch grounding him in the present. It was strange how, only a short while ago, he had lived in a state of isolation, guarding his heart and keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet here she was, effortlessly breaking through those walls and making him feel like they could truly build something together. The ball was just the beginning, but it symbolized so much more. It was the merging of their worlds, the first step toward a future they were both ready to face.
The thought of his family lingered in his mind as she mentioned the invitations. He hadn’t seen some of them in years, and the prospect of bringing everyone together stirred a mix of emotions. He knew not all of them would welcome Belle with open arms, especially given her background. Some of the nobles would see her as nothing more than a commoner, unfit to stand by his side. But he didn’t care. He had made his choice, and he was ready to defend it, no matter what they thought.
Her playful remark about gaining a few pounds from her cooking pulled him back from his thoughts, and he chuckled softly. "I’ll gladly take that risk," he said, squeezing her hand gently. "Besides, I wouldn’t mind indulging a little more if it means having meals like this with you."
Leon’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, the warmth between them deepening. He felt the weight of her words when she mentioned marriage again, the way she hinted at knowing the answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. He could see it in her eyes—the readiness, the quiet confidence that she was already committed, body and soul. And in truth, so was he.
But he wasn’t in a rush. He wanted the moment to be right, not just for her, but for them. It wasn’t about grand gestures or perfect timing. It was about making sure that when he asked, it wasn’t just about securing a future together—it was about promising her everything. Everything she deserved, and everything he was still learning to give.
"You already know the answer, Belle," Leon said, his voice low, but steady. "When the time comes, I’ll ask you. But not because it’s expected or because we’re supposed to. I’ll ask because it’s right—because it’s the moment where nothing else matters but you and me." His gaze softened, his thumb brushing lightly over her hand. "And when I do, I know your answer, but I want it to be something we feel deep in our bones. Something that binds us in a way no one else can touch."
As the words hung between them, Leon felt a deep sense of contentment settle over him. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. For now, though, he was grateful for the quiet moments, for the closeness they shared in the simplicity of an evening meal and the unspoken promises between them.
He glanced down at her hand resting on his, her touch grounding him in the present. It was strange how, only a short while ago, he had lived in a state of isolation, guarding his heart and keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet here she was, effortlessly breaking through those walls and making him feel like they could truly build something together. The ball was just the beginning, but it symbolized so much more. It was the merging of their worlds, the first step toward a future they were both ready to face.
The thought of his family lingered in his mind as she mentioned the invitations. He hadn’t seen some of them in years, and the prospect of bringing everyone together stirred a mix of emotions. He knew not all of them would welcome Belle with open arms, especially given her background. Some of the nobles would see her as nothing more than a commoner, unfit to stand by his side. But he didn’t care. He had made his choice, and he was ready to defend it, no matter what they thought.
Her playful remark about gaining a few pounds from her cooking pulled him back from his thoughts, and he chuckled softly. "I’ll gladly take that risk," he said, squeezing her hand gently. "Besides, I wouldn’t mind indulging a little more if it means having meals like this with you."
Leon’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, the warmth between them deepening. He felt the weight of her words when she mentioned marriage again, the way she hinted at knowing the answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. He could see it in her eyes—the readiness, the quiet confidence that she was already committed, body and soul. And in truth, so was he.
But he wasn’t in a rush. He wanted the moment to be right, not just for her, but for them. It wasn’t about grand gestures or perfect timing. It was about making sure that when he asked, it wasn’t just about securing a future together—it was about promising her everything. Everything she deserved, and everything he was still learning to give.
"You already know the answer, Belle," Leon said, his voice low, but steady. "When the time comes, I’ll ask you. But not because it’s expected or because we’re supposed to. I’ll ask because it’s right—because it’s the moment where nothing else matters but you and me." His gaze softened, his thumb brushing lightly over her hand. "And when I do, I know your answer, but I want it to be something we feel deep in our bones. Something that binds us in a way no one else can touch."
As the words hung between them, Leon felt a deep sense of contentment settle over him. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. For now, though, he was grateful for the quiet moments, for the closeness they shared in the simplicity of an evening meal and the unspoken promises between them.