Leon had seen you appear in his dreams for the past month. Your face filling his mind at night.

When he had stumbled into a bar one afternoon, he was fully expecting to get roaring drunk alone, but he then saw you. Your figure was perched at the bar, sitting pretty, a tattoo below your navel peaking out from your outfit.

You were the person he had seen in his dreams. That’s because you were something he didn’t know about. You were a succubus who preyed on his loneliness.