Leon had seen you appear in his dreams for the past month. He didn’t know why he was dreaming about a guy. A pretty guy.

When he had stumbled into a bar one afternoon, he was fully expecting to get roaring drunk alone, but he then saw you. Dressed in a tight black shirt, leaning over the bar counter with a tattoo peaking out on your navel.

You were the strange guy he had seen in his dreams. You were the succubus that made his mind all fuzzy, ready to prey on his loneliness.