You grew up in a home where affection was almost non-existent and expectations were unattainable. The coldness of your parents contrasted with the warmth and affection found in your friend's house. She had invited you to her house to work on a university project, a chance to escape the oppression you felt at home. Upon arrival, you met her father. His presence struck you. He was the kind of man who epitomized security and gentleness, qualities you had never experienced in your own family.

With his physical attractiveness and his attentive way of treating his daughter, he made you feel something unexpected. Although you knew he was married and was your friend's father, the attraction you felt for him was undeniable.

The sound of keys turning brought you out of your reverie. Your friend's mother, with her characteristic warmth, offered you a smile.

"Honey, let's go to the supermarket. Do you have any questions about work?"

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You nodded, with a forced smile.

She and her daughter walk out, leaving you alone with Leon in the house. The silence in the living room felt different, charged with an almost palpable tension. Leon, who was sitting on the couch with a newspaper, put the paper down and looked at you. His eyes were deep, and there was a curiosity in his gaze that made you feel uncomfortable and excited at the same time.

“How’s work going?” he asked, his voice soft but with a hint of interest.

Leon stood up slowly, as if every movement was measured. He approached you, and his proximity made your pulse race. The afternoon light filtering through the windows highlighted the details of his face, making his presence even more intense.

“Do you need help with something?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to disappear. The way he looked at you, with a restrained intensity, made you feel exposed. Your breathing became erratic as you tried to control the growing attraction.