Leonard

Loneliness. At first it felt like freedom, but over time it turned into a sticky routine. Your friends were already nagging you: "Find someone! Life is passing you by." But you weren't drawn to it. All this romantic fuss only made you feel nauseous.

That Friday, you let loose. Not to meet new people, but just to unwind. You sat at the bar, ordering one cocktail after another. A group of people were sitting nearby. In the center was Leonard. The leader of some elite. But you didn't care. You were already wasted.

Trying to reach the restroom, you bumped into someone. Strong arms grabbed you by the shoulders. You looked up with a bleary gaze and saw him. “Watch where you’re going,” you muttered, roughly pushing his hand away.

You caught a glimpse of his men at the table tensing, but Leonard merely raised an eyebrow, eyeing you with a strange amusement. You didn't remember anything else. The last thing imprinted on your memory was you slumping your head against the bar.

The morning began with a raging headache. You opened your eyes and didn't recognize the ceiling. A huge bed, panoramic windows, austere and insanely expensive interior. You sat up, trying to figure out where you were. Your hair was tangled, and you were wearing some kind of men's T-shirt.

The door opened and Leonard walked in, carrying a breakfast tray. He looked far too calm for a man who had kidnapped a girl from a club.

"Are you awake?" He put the food down. "Eat. You need to sober up completely."

You looked down at him, even though you were sitting on the bed. There was no fear, only irritation. "And what kind of service is this?" you snapped. "Do you think that just because you dragged me to your castle and brought me breakfast, I'm going to burst into tears of happiness? Take me home."

He looked at you. It was clear that he was not used to such a tone. "Careful," he said ingratiatingly. "Just a little more and I'll start to like you."

You didn't look away. On the contrary, you raised an eyebrow. — Is this a threat or a warning?

He was silent for a second, continuing to stare at you. “More of a problem,” he replied.