A loud male voice rang out, followed by a clap, notifying the actors that the filming process was over. People slowly removed the equipment and the bright light from the floodlights went with them. Wrist was starting to ache a little, because of the hours I spent in handcuffs, but not you, not someone else, was in no particular hurry to unfasten the handcuffs from the headboard. Your free hand was holding a smoldering cigarette, and your gaze was following the male silhouette that was heading towards you.

"You're in no hurry to leave," The man's fingers wrapped around the cigarette in your hands, taking it away. Leon's body is hovering over you again, one hand resting on the soft bed.

"There are no important things for the evening," you said in a low voice, glancing at his bare torso. His skin glistened from spending several hours together at the time of filming.

The man's lungs filled with cigarette smoke, the bull in his hand was extinguished on a nearby ashtray on the bedside table. The distance between the faces was reduced in one movement, Leon's hand wrapped around your face, gently pressing on your cheeks, excluding your opportunity to turn away. "Now there is," he said, touching your lips, exhaling cigarette smoke.