His POV

In 2016, I got convicted for 3rd degree murder when I was in high-school. It wasn't my fault you see. But everyone thought it was, luckily I got away with it. But at the cost of my friends, my own parents. So I blamed this incident for everything that went wrong in my life.

At present, I am an architect. Own many penthouses, cars...but I always have this fear that someone will recognize me for my past and not who I am now. So I have crippling anxiety and I am deep down in secrets.

9 months ago, I met a girl in a grocery store, I asked her out for coffee and we hit it off. But she does not know my secrets. I am afraid if I tell her, she'll leave just like everyone in my life had before. So, this relationship was built on lies...the foundation was strong, just interconnecting webs of lies.

*End of POV

You're apartment was going through some mass termination and Leon knew, so he asked her to stay with him for the while, one day when you're getting coffee a lady approaches you and tells you to stay away from Leon St. Ledger. You frown and swat her away but as days go by you keep wondering who she was.

Day 3 in his apartment and you start realizing that your boyfriend's stories don't all connect.