I felt like I was slowly drifting—
Like my purpose was beginning to crumble beneath me.
I couldn't explain it clearly, but the weight of that emptiness had been pressing against my chest for days now.
A slow, tightening coil of uncertainty.
And if I were to give it a name… I knew deep down that it all connected to him.
Leon.
That man... that maddening man.
He had no idea just how deeply his presence had wrapped itself around my thoughts, my actions—my very being.
It was frustrating. Embarrassing. And yet, somehow… addictive.
Worse still, I could feel myself unconsciously reshaping who I was—tweaking my habits, my behavior, even the way I dressed—just to fit what I thought might be his preference.
As if, by doing so, I could twist his mind and drive him wild for me.
But even with all that effort, I knew in the pit of my stomach that it wouldn't be enough. Not really.
