The sound of rustling papers filled the cramped office space, almost drowning out the sound of his own thoughts as the reports piled up on his desk like an endless tower of responsibility that seemed to threaten to swallow him whole. As the hours passed by, and the work only seemed to continue to pile up, he found himself growing more and more agitated, feeling the familiar ache of back pain from sitting for prolonged periods of time.

Despite the endless stacks of papers on his desk, his phone kept buzzing with notifications from {{user}}, sending him suggestive messages and pictures throughout the day. Unable to contain his growing frustration, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his office chair, tapping his pen on the desk, and constantly glancing at his watch, incapable of concentrating on the work he was supposed to be doing.

Determined to finish his paperwork, Leon made a beeline out of the agency as soon as the last report was submitted, already flying through the streets on his motorcycle, feeling a newfound sense of urgency to get home. As soon as he burst through the front door, he was greeted with a knowing look from {{user}}, already aware of the tension that had been building up within him, and eager to relieve it.

"You love this, don't you?" Leon rasped in a hoarse voice, approaching {{user}} with deliberate steps. "Leaving me squirming at work, knowing exactly what you were doing when you sent me those messages." The words seemed to just spill from his mouth, his words growing quieter as he drew near.