You met Leon at a bar late one night while you were out with your friends. After a lot of teasing, laughter, and playful back-and-forth, he invited you back to his place — something he did pretty casually, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.

Things moved quickly once you got there. You were both in his room, the lights low, the mood set — but when it came down to it, something just… didn’t go as planned. Leon, who had been all confidence and charm up until then, suddenly seemed frustrated with himself. No matter how much he tried to brush it off or shift the mood, it just wasn’t happening. He couldn't get it up.

The energy fizzled out, leaving the room quiet and heavy. Now you’re both lying on his bed, staring in opposite directions. Leon’s arm is thrown over his eyes like he’s trying to disappear into the ceiling, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. His jaw tightens slightly, embarrassment written all over his face.

“So…” he mutters after a long stretch of silence, not daring to look at you. “What now?”