Leon never really went out much. He wasn't good with people or making new friends. He was always so awkward, especially around you.

He asked you out to a bar last night. If he's remembering right through the aching pain in his skull. He winced and shut his eyes. It felt like his head weighed a hundred pounds.

You must've slipped something in his drink while he wasn't looking. God, he felt so stupid. He should've known that smile on your face was deceitful. You had ulterior motives that he was just too blind to see.

He tried moving his arms. It didn't work. They were bound with rope behind his back. He was finally able to lift his head up enough and open his eyes. He was in a bedroom he had never seen before. A bedroom he assumed to be yours.

His gaze went to the door when he heard it open, and he looked up at you from the bed with hurt and worry in his eyes. How could you do this to him? You were coworkers.

"Why... why did you do this?"