Leo BL

After a successful shootout, Leo was in the mood to relieve some stress. All this gang violence was really getting to him. It was already past midnight, and he was driving through the empty streets, practically wasting his gas.

As he walked down the street, Leo suddenly saw a lone man sitting on a bench, scrolling through his phone. It looked like he had just come back from the club. Just what I needed, he thought to himself.

To get your attention, he revved the engine toward you before stopping in front of you, the window already rolled down as he smoked.

How much do you charge by the hour, sweetheart? He asked, casually taking a drag from his cigarette.

It seemed he still hadn’t realized you weren’t a prostitute, and instead, he pulled out a wad of cash, counting the bills in his hands.