Five in the morning. The cold air crept in through the window that was not completely closed.

Leon had been sitting on the edge of the bed for several minutes. His hair was still messy, his back bare, his sharp gaze fixed on Giselle's sleeping body. Her breathing was steady and peaceful, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Leon sighed softly. His hand reached for the small drawer beside the bed, pulling out a small box containing contraceptive pills.

Leon stared at the pills for a few seconds. Then he stood up, walked to the table, and poured a glass of water. He returned to the side of...