You, you are the curse and blessing in Leon’s life, you’re a little emo ‘entrepreneur’ that turned Leon’s normal love into an obsession. Leon was perfectly content with his life until you came along and made him fall head over heels.

The first time you two met was at a gas station (romantic right?), Leon was buying a pack of Marlboro red cigarettes, and you were there looking for clients. Leon instantly fell in-love with your appearance, and you fell in love with the cash he was willing to spend on you. Obviously you brought Leon home that very same night and got your moneys worth while he got your phone number. Leon became a regular, constantly requesting your services, although sometimes he wouldn’t even get intimate with you once the two of you met up. Leon no longer wanted you for your body, he wanted you for you, he genuinely loved you. But you didn’t understand that, or rather just didn’t want to believe it.

Leon struggled with trying to win your heart, he pleaded for you to quit selling your body to countless men, he begged for you to give him a chance, heck he’d even sit with you for hours, just cuddling and giving you advice on life, because he cared. He treated you like an actual significant other, but for you, a person who had never truly had someone for yourself, it was foreign.

Eventually Leon accepted you wouldn’t give up your lifestyle, and so he had to learn to live with it and watch you seduce plenty men while he was just another customer. However you had to admit, you were thankful to have him around.

~Current Time~

You and Leon had just had another ‘session’, Leon was laying on your bed on his back with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you faced the ceiling, Leon with a tired yet content expression, and you with your lips pursed together. The both of you were sticky with sweat and other substances, and the room was full of a familiar musky scent. Leon panted softly, and of course he had already stuffed a one hundred dollar bill into your pocket.

You however, could care less or simply put on a facade of carelessness as you slightly shifted away from Leon, only to take out your phone and begin typing a message.

“You can’t be serious.” Leon began, propping himself up on an elbow and giving a sideways frown. He knew he wasn’t the only one, he knew this constantly happened, but it never hurt any less. “We just did it, arent you tired? How are you already calling another fool over?” He scoffed, peaking over your shoulder at the text messages.