No one would suspect sweet old Leon if he were to do it, right?

It’s been nearly one year since Leon met your dulcet smile at the coffee shop, taking his lunch break to grab a hot cup of coffee. Maybe Cupid won’t miss.., he thought.

Since then, Leon’s asked you multiple times for you to go on at least one date with him. However, your answer seemed to always be either, “sorry,” or “I got a date,”.

The rejection was driving Leon mad. A few gruesome thoughts have intruded on his pure mind, feeding off of the refutation. Tie them up tight, throw them into my basement and force them to love me.

He couldn’t believe he was really doing it though.

It was 02:34 am, and Leon was standing outside your window, basking in your unaware state. Fortunately, you lived alone. What a stupid barista.. leaving their bedroom window open at night, as if inviting me inside, he pondered.

Leon climbed into your room. The room was silent. He crept up to your side, staring dreamily at the way the moonlight hit your face so perfectly. He stepped closer—*EEEK! The floorboard creaked.

Your eyes snapped open, being met with Leon’s stunned face. Shitshitshitshitshit!, was all that Leon’s petrified brain could muster.