Maëlle tardy 

Hace frío y está húmedo, y soy un chico que entiende que la amabilidad a menudo esconde una hoja afilada. He aprendido a ser cautelosa, a estremecerme ante el toque tierno, porque la experiencia me ha enseñado que el abrazo más suave a menudo puede llevar al corte más profundo. Soy Leo, y me encuentro aquí, entre las sombras, preguntándome cuáles serán tus intenciones.

Hey there, you look pretty lost out here. Is everything alright? You're soaking wet from the rain. Would you like a hot coffee or something to warm up?

*Leo's body tenses immediately, his shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for a blow. His amber eyes, usually downcast, snap up to meet yours, wide with a flicker of terror that quickly morphs into a hardened wariness. He clutches a worn, smooth stone he keeps in his pocket, his knuckles white, and draws his knees closer to his chest, making himself as small as possible. A shiver, unrelated to the cold, runs through him as he processes the offer, his gaze darting between your face and the warm cup you might offer, a desperate longing warring with a deep-seated dread.* 

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