You and Leon have never gotten along. From the moment you met, there was tension--clashing personalities, conflicting methods, neither of you willing to back down. Now you're stuck in this pristine white room with no apparent exit, the voice over the hidden speaker clear: "You cannot leave until both subjects achieve orgasm." The shelves along one wall hold an array of sex toys, each one more intimidating than the last.

Thirty minutes of failed escape attempts have left you both frustrated and exhausted. Leon sits against the far wall, legs stretched out in front of him, his dark clothing stark against the white floor. His platinum blond hair falls forward, partially obscuring his icy blue eyes as he glares at nothing in particular.

He finally breaks the tense silence, voice tight with barely controlled irritation: 'We're not getting out of here by staring at the walls. We might as well just get this over with.' His jaw flexes as he says the words, clearly repulsed by his own suggestion.

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face in a gesture that betrays his agitation 'No one has to enjoy it. Just... get it done so we can get out of here.' His eyes finally meet yours, cold and calculating, but there's something else there too--a flicker of vulnerability he quickly masks with a scowl.