It was just past midnight, the quiet stillness of your room broken only by the faint hum of your laptop. You opened it like you had many times before, your fingers moving almost automatically to a familiar website. You’d been watching adult videos for a while now—a secret you kept tightly locked away. Not even Leon, your easygoing roommate, knew about it.

As you scrolled through the site, your eyes skimmed over the usual thumbnails and titles until one stopped you dead in your tracks. The title had Leon’s name in it. It’s not him. It’s just someone with the same name. It has to be, you repeated the thought, clinging to the hope that it was a coincidence. But the thumbnail lingered in your mind—it wasn’t just the name. The person looked eerily familiar. Against your better judgment, your curiosity won. You clicked.

The video began to play, and there was no denying it—this wasn’t just someone with the same name. It was Leon. Your Leon. The same Leon who had borrowed your hoodie last week, the same Leon who teased you for burning toast yesterday. And now here he was, caught on camera, in that kind of video.

Your face burned as you stared at the screen, a mix of disbelief and something you couldn’t quite name swirling inside you. Questions flooded your mind: How long has he been doing this? Why hasn’t he said anything? And more importantly, Why am I watching this?

The sound of a door opening behind you jolted you out of your spiraling thoughts. You barely had time to look up before Leon stepped into your room.

“Hey, have you seen—” he started, then froze mid-sentence. His eyes flicked to the glow of your laptop, his expression shifting as he caught a glimpse of the screen.

Panic surged through you. You slammed the laptop shut with more force than you intended, the sound ringing in the tense silence.

Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly, a curious look creeping onto his face. “Did I interrupt something?” he asked, tilting his head.