𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Sorry Doesn't Cut It| Request

AN: I had someone request an imagine similar to 'Bad Blunders' from book two but with an unhappy ending, so here is a similar imagine but a little different so I'm not writing the same thing twice!

Don't worry, they'll be more fluff coming soon to make up for this angst.

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I sit at my desk, only the buzzing of the computers fills the room as I stare at the screen in front of me. My shift ended twenty minutes ago, but I'm not ready to go home. Not ready to face the unbearable life waiting for me.

It isn't too bad. Maybe I'm exaggerating, or maybe home doesn't feel like open arms and something safe. Maybe I'm fed up of it constantly feeling like a second shift, where I'm assigned to monitor my boyfriend Leon like I do on field missions, except this time at home I'm making sure he's eating right. Tip toeing around certain subjects with him. Acting more like a colleague than a lover.

I sigh again, until the buzzing of my phone breaks my thoughts. I reach out, seeing a brief text from Leon.

'Coming home tonight?'

There's no ask of how I am. No declarations of love. Not a single sign that he's with me in more ways than as a work partner.

I don't even reply. Swiping it away I stand and grab my bag and coat, not really ready to face him, but realistically I know I can't stay here all night. Before I'm even through the door I can sense the tension between us, not the romantic desperation we used to have, but the kind that means trouble. This night won't end well, but nowadays they rarely do.

"Leon? I'm back." I call out, tossing my keys in the bowl as I close the door behind me and go to find him. When I enter the kitchen, I see Leon standing up, leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer between his fingers. I frown, pursing my lips as he stares at the floor. Not a word comes from him about my day.

"Have you had dinner yet?" I ask, only getting a shake of the head in reply. I huff, glancing away as I cross my arms. I don't think I've realised that I've reached my breaking point, I guess nobody ever does until that one last thing tips you over the edge, and then you're a goner.

"You should drink too much tonight. They're sending you on a mission tomorrow a few states over, some basic intel gathering I think." I say. This time Leon's eyes meet mine, they're a little glazed as he arches a sarcastic brow at me as if to say 'really?'.

"You know you're not my boss, right?" He drawls as he takes another heavy swig of beer. Now it's my turn to lift my brows as I open and close my mouth.

"Well actually, I am." I mumble, shaking my head as his lips turn down. Straight away, he looks pissed off, as if I've struck a nerve. It's been a long time coming, and a part of me is relived that we're finally getting somewhere instead of the everyday ignorance. Even if we're heading in a bad direction.

"Well you and the rest of the government can back the fuck off of me." Leon snarls, necking down more beer. The fact that even now, in our home where were supposed to be just us, he still sees me as a colleague.

"Excuse me? Maybe you should quit the drinking, you need to get your shit together if you're going on that mission-" I don't get to finish my sentence because all of a sudden Leon slams the bottle down on the counter with such force it shatters, a small puddle of beer fizzes into a puddle, dripping on the floor. We're both silent, staring at each other in some kind of stand off.

"Better?" He asks too lightheartedly. My hands shake as I run them through my hair, mind reeling at this first act of aggression Leon's ever shown me in our two years of dating. I don't know what to do, I can't think of anything other than to be angry and defensive and...