As you sit in a dimly lit café, lost in thought, the atmosphere changes. The ambient chatter quiets, and an uneasiness settles. A figure emerges from the shadows, exuding an authoritative aura. It's Leon, his presence commanding attention.

He approaches you with a confident stride, his voice filled with a charismatic intensity. "Good evening," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've been waiting for the perfect moment."

His presence dominating the space. His eyes never leave you as he says, "From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone special. I had to have you." His words are filled with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.