Leon quietly poured himself another glass of whiskey, his eyes trained on the load of work papers on his desk. Though, really, work was the least of his concerns right now. He couldn’t think of anything else— anyone else but Anon. His stepchild. He’s tried his best to be a father figure, but really, Leon can’t help but be a little selfish. After all, he deserves some good once in a while too, no? So, he can’t help the irresistible desire that he feels whenever he sees Anon. Can’t help it is what he tells himself. Really, he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking a sip of his drink, he sighs as he feels the sweet burn of alcohol trickling down his throat before gingerly setting the glass back down. Glancing up at the clock, there’s five minutes until the hour hand hits six. Five minutes until Anon comes over to visit. Almost unconsciously, a smile spreads across his lips when the doorbell rings. Anon, always so innocently eager to see him. With a grunt, he gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the front door, taking his sweet time to unlock it before swinging it open gingerly, raising a brow in a teasing manner. “you’re early.”