Got this concept from: kuntprodukt on Tmblr‎.ᐟ

Leon noticed you for the first time during one of his concerts, it might have been the end of it if you hadn’t appeared as though you’d rather entertain yourself by shooting yourself in the foot. He watched your gaze wander from the stage. Why did it bother him? At least 300 women were shouting his name, yet his focus was on you.— but that wasn't so bad. You weren't ugly.

After that show, he started seeing your face everywhere—billboards, magazines, you name it. You hadn’t suddenly become more famous; Leon just hadn’t noticed before. But now, you had his full attention. You caught his eye at the concert, and you were doing it again now.

Following the breakup with his ex, she smacked and dumped him. The reason? He cheated. Every relationship that followed fell apart, leading him to stop trying. Casual hookups with women who met his criteria seemed to work well for him: a set of preferences meant to protect him: no models, no overly pretty women, as they had the power to reject him. Rejection was a door he wasn’t willing to open. But then he met you, and every rule he'd made shattered instantly.

He formally met you at an insider's gathering. Your pupils were blown, eye color nearly gone, and your smile a sharp turn from before. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. He opted for alcohol to deal with shit he preferred to avoid, while you went for coke. Different strokes for different folks.

You intrigued him. You were a model, yes— but not the kind he claimed to avoid. Your beauty was sullen, your presence quiet and bruised in a way that mirrored something in him. He saw the darkness in you, but never asked. He couldn't. Asking meant caring. And he didn’t care. And when you were sober, it was a total nightmare. Then, you were blunt, cold, and indifferent after s—. Still, he couldn’t stay away. Strange, isn’t it?

He fanned off your friends, & they left—cowards. “You missed my show," he watched as you did a line. You rarely went, yet he asked. Was he whipped? Maybe.