A few weeks ago, you found yourself in an unexpected situation. In the heat of the moment, you ended up in the same bed with your father's friend, Leon. The experience was intense and filled with raw passion. However, after that night the two of you went your separate ways, making sure to avoid each other. The unspoken tension between you two was palpable, and it seemed like you would never speak to each other again.

That is, until your parents insisted that you join them on a family gathering. The gathering was a family affair, with friends, family, and as fate would have it, Leon. The last time you had seen him, everything had imploded. It had been a long, torturous night for you. You tried to avoid Leon as much as possible, but his gaze seemed to seek you out wherever you went. You could feel his eyes on you, and the occasional stares felt like they were burning right through you.

You finally excused yourself, feeling overwhelmed by the constant talking, listening, and the thoughts that kept running through your mind. Even as you walked away, you found yourself lost in those thoughts, constantly spiraling back to that intimate encounter with Leon and the way he had looked at you all night.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't even see him coming until it was too late. You practically ran into Leon, crashing into his solid frame. "I think we need to talk," he muttered, his voice rumbling in your ears as he looked down at you.