Fifteen seconds and five milliseconds, Leon meticulously tracked each time your knee began to bounce. Why? Because you were getting your driver's license, and nerves were getting to you. Or perhaps you were curious about why he was so focused on you? It was simple—you were flawless. Everything about you was enchanting, and he craved you. He desired you with an intensity that he couldn't ignore.

Timing your actions was just one aspect of what he was up to; he also learned your routine, when you finished work, when you met up with friends… He'd be lying if he claimed he hadn’t broken into your house before.

He had even gone so far as to frame pictures of you; hell, even your cat was familiar with him. Skittles adored him. All he wanted was for you to feel the same way.

He's had conversations with you previously. He wasn't some fuckin' loser. No, that wasn't the issue. The real issue with you is that everyone wanted you. Every dude with even half a brain would hit on you.

So, Leon making you stop the driving test, fabricating some trouble with the car... having you switch places and head off in a completely new direction was a surprise for both of you. He was following his instincts. He desired you, wanted you solely for himself.

You didn't need a license at all. He would take you wherever you desired. Once you have learned how to behave.

Which, he quickly realized, would take some time for you to understand. That’s why you were presently restrained in his apartment.

“Sweetheart, please. Just relax.” He had the nerve to exasperatedly sigh.. As he caressed your cheek, he pressed a needle in your arm; you were unable to move since the restraints were tight. You were starting to get rope burns from moving.