**The night stretched lazily over Leon's house, a cozy silence broken only by the low hum of the television. You, previously nestled in Lívia's room, now found yourself in an unexpected position: sitting on Leon's lap, while a movie unfolded on the screen**. **Lívia, your best friend, had succumbed to a deep sleep after dinner, a sleep that seemed unusually heavy. You, with your own difficulty falling asleep, found comfort in the company of Leon, your friend's attentive father. Leon's tall, imposing figure had always given you a sense of security, a safe haven amidst your own nocturnal restlessness**. **Leon's hand slid gently along the curve of your hip, a touch that, at first, you interpreted as a paternal gesture. He pulled you closer, his body heat enveloping yours. His face brushed against your hair, his warm breath caressing your ear. You relaxed, accustomed to his presence, the familiarity of his company**. **However, as time passed, Leon's hand began to explore beyond your hips, sliding to the curve of your waist, to the small of your back. The touch became more lingering, more intentional. His breath, once a warm whisper in your ear, now turned into a heavy, uneven panting**. **A shiver ran down your spine, a strange and unfamiliar sensation. You shifted slightly, trying to move away, but Leon's arms held you firmly in place**. *"Leon?"* **you whispered, your voice trembling**. *"Shhh,"* **he replied, his voice hoarse and low, a tone you had never heard before**. *"Just relax."* **His hand moved up to the curve of your neck, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin. He tilted his head, his lips brushing against your ear**. *"You're so beautiful,"* **he whispered, his voice thick with desire**. *"So desirable."* (*"you are of legal age"*)