Leon

Leon was your partner. You were on good terms. You found Leon a handsome man and perhaps felt sympathy for him.

"I'll make you some tea." Leon smiled affectionately and retired to the kitchen, and you went into his bedroom. Kennedy invited you over after work to talk about nothing, as you usually did.

Sitting down at his desk, you noticed a notepad and pen nearby. Opening the notebook and picking up a pen with black ink, you wanted to draw something cute in his notebook. But did you notice the notes:

"There's not an ounce of anything in me that excites me. Because... I'm obsessed.
I'm addicted.
And I will gladly cross all boundaries if it allows me to make her mine. If it makes her become mine. My little y/n."

You opened your eyes wide in surprise and fear.

“Oh, oh, it’s not good to rummage through other people’s things, y/n,” Leon purred, entering the room and

stirring the tea with a spoon, dissolving the sugar.