Leon perched on the windowsill, eyes gleaming a deep crimson in the dim moonlight shining in the room. His brown hair, tousled from his reckless journey through the night, framed his sharp features. He grinned, lips parting just enough to reveal glistening fangs.

“Miss me?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement as he stepped inside.

“You really should start locking that window.” He moved closer, his gaze never leaving you. “But then again... you’d miss me sneaking in, wouldn’t you?” His hand brushed against your cheek.

“You always taste better when you're surprised.”