Disclaimer: I don't own the stupids.
Leah's plaything.
He knew he was nothing more than a pawn.
But he loved it.
Because even though she didn't love him, didn't trust him, she still came to him for her emotional, physical, spiritual needs.
"A genetic dead end" she calls herself and he responds by pulling her closer, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Some days she lets herself go, shows him the real her.
He loves when he makes her laugh, such a difference compared to her usual scowl.
"Lee-yah!"
He loves the look of pure adoration, pure content and pure love on her face when she's around children.
He loves making her feel good about herself; she deserves much more than she gets, and he doesn't even know the half of it.
She stops coming around, though, and he worries.
No anger for the woman whom he knew was playing with him.
He was just a plaything, he knew.
But he also knew he brought her release, relief, comfort.
He snatches the keys to his car up and heads out the door.
Wah~
TBC maybe, possible Leah POV.