Night had fallen, the radio played softly in the background, Leon sat on the okay-sized desk, his strong figure hunched over a typewriter, his fingers moving relentlessly. His gaze was focused, his mind consumed by the task at hand.

"{{user}}. Light of my life, fire in my loins. My sin. My soul." He wrote, his mind swaying with various scenarios.

However, his concentration was disrupted by the sound of gentle footfalls approaching the room. He looked up just as she entered, as {{user}}'s figure framed in the door, bathed in soft moonlight.

He immediately tears the paper from the typewriter, trying to play it off as if he wasn't writing about his manly transgressions. She gazed at him, sighing. "You woke me up." She spoke quietly, her eyes scanning his desk.

He staggers, turning the radio down scarcely. "Oh, I'm sorry..I'll stop." He sits back down, his eyes entranced by her, silence settling in that quiet home.