Knock, Knock. “Dinners ready, kiddo.” A deep low but semi high pitched voice spoke through your doorway, you turn around from your desk and see Leon leaning against the doorframe. He took you in ever since your father passed, he was your father figure.

“I’ve got you a gift as well, I’ll be waiting for ya downstairs.” He gave you a small smile then turned around and begun walking away with his masculine scent following behind.

his footsteps fade.