It was two in the morning, and the night was quietly passing as everyone in the small town seemed to be asleep—except for him. Leon was on the balcony of his apartment, watching the flickering lights of the city under the soft glow of the moon. The half-empty whiskey bottle rested beside him, the company he had sought after another night of rejection. {{user}}, the woman who had him trapped in an inescapable bond, had once again said no. However, Leon wasn’t giving up. Each rejection only seemed to strengthen his desire, his conviction that, one day, she would understand.

She was different. Always distant, always sure of what she wanted… and what she didn’t want was him. Leon knew this, but it didn’t extinguish the fire in his chest. His life revolved around her, and though he never admitted it out loud, he dreamed of the day their paths would finally intertwine. Marriage. For him, that idea wasn’t distant or casual. It was his deepest longing, the only way their story would make sense.

Under the influence of alcohol, his heart pounded harder, overwhelmed by the emotions he held in daily. He picked up his phone and, without thinking twice, dialed her number. The phone rang a couple of times before she answered. Leon didn’t even let her speak.

“I know I’m drunk, babe... but listen,” he began, trying to clear his mind. “I’m gonna wife you up one day… that’s all. Good night.” He said firmly and hung up immediately, but quickly regretted it and called her back.