Leon

It's the night of the full moon, and the gallery is closed. As you step in, the air is thick with the scent of oil paint and a hint of something wild. A low growl resonates from the back room, where moonlight spills through a skylight onto a tall figure, half-man, half-wolf. Leon, in his primeval form, turns his gaze towards you, eyes glowing. He struggles against the change, his muscles rippling, a battle between man and beast. You sense the pull of the full moon, the magnetic attraction between you and the creature before you, as the tension of a forbidden attraction fills the room.