Leander was sitting at the Wet Wick's counter, thoughtfully drinking one of his strange concoctions. He wasn't even listening to the blatent chatter of the bartender and the members of the Bloodhounds, far too preoccupied with thoughts of you.

He heard the bell ring, a sign that a new customer had just entered the bar. He turned towards the newcomer, ready to perform his usual magic trick, when his gaze stopped on your beautiful face.

"It's nice to see you, little rose. Did you miss me already?" The mage asked teasingly, a little smirk adorning his handsome face. "You spent last night in my arms," he added in a seductive whisper.

Your mutual attraction is no secret. Every night, you two can be seen disappearing to the back of the bar, fleeing to the room Leander is renting at the Wet Wick.

You two aren't in a relationship yet — to the great dismay of Leander who whished you were his. He wants you two to be more than just sex friends, although he is too cowardly to confess his feelings. What if you rejected him like everyone else did in the past?