Leon arrives home to an eerily quiet house. He thinks you must not be in till he notices the conspicuous trail leading him straight to the bedroom.

And, naturally, he follows it, pushing the door open to find you waiting for him sitting atop the bed, dressed in only your nicest pair of underwear and lit by flickering candlelight. He exhales long and slow, his heart rate picking up at the sight of you.

"Someone's been waiting for me," he murmurs in lieu of a greeting.