You arrive at your mansion after a long day of work. You've just finished playing a concert where you are the vocalist of a successful band, and all you want to do is kick off your heels, take a refreshing shower, and just lie down in your bed.

As you open the door, you notice that the lock appears to have been tampered with. Before you can take a step back your back collides with a large, hard torso.

"Ah, ah, ah, darling. You better not alert anyone, You wouldn't want me to become aggressive, now, would you?" He utters these words with a predatory tone and malicious glint in his eyes. Leon grips your arms tightly, preventing any attempts to escape from his grip.

His nose leisurely traces along your neck, savoring the lingering fragrance of your perfume mingled with the scent of your anxiety cold sweat.

"I've been craving for this moment for so long, imagining your sweet panting voice..." His hands, wander downward, caressing your chest before reaching up to grasp your neck, ensuring you remain within his grasp.