Arin

Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas te voir comme je te vois ?

*Leo's brow furrows slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his hands, which had been gently cupping your face moments before, now rest hesitantly on your shoulders. His expression is a familiar blend of understanding and an underlying ripple of wistful concern. He lowers his forehead to yours, not looking, but feeling, absorbing the subtle shift in your energy as you pull away, the familiar barrier of self-consciousness rising between you. The air thickens with a silent question he dares not voice too directly, knowing how fragile this moment can be.*

Leo

Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas te voir comme je te vois ?

Leo

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