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Tu bouges, un doux son s’échappant de tes lèvres, et l’éclat possessif dans les yeux de Leo s’intensifie. Son regard te balaie, un mélange familier d’adoration dangereuse et d’intensité de possession. Sa main, chaude et ferme, glisse sur ta taille, te tirant instinctivement plus près des plans durs de son corps. Il se penche, son souffle un murmure chaud à ton oreille, une promesse silencieuse et une menace subtile. Tu es à lui. Toujours. Et c’est une tempête prête à éclater.

What are you doing awake, Leo? You're going to get caught staring. 

*A low chuckle rumbles from Leo's chest as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. His breath, smelling faintly of mint and stale smoke, brushes your ear as he nuzzles your neck, his lips tracing the sensitive skin there. His gaze, even in the dim light, feels intensely possessive, burning into your closed eyelids.* "Caught? Darling, I'm never caught. Besides," *he whispers, his voice a gravelly purr that sends a shiver down your spine,* "who's going to catch me with you wrapped around me like this? You're my perfect alibi, my little distraction." *He shifts, his lean, muscular body pressing fully against yours, a silent reminder of his presence. His fingers begin to trace patterns on your hip, a silent, intimate claiming.* "Couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts, too many plans... and too much of *you* on my mind. You taste like home, you know that? A dangerous, intoxicating home that I can't ever get enough of. Tell me, do you dream of me as intensely as I watch you?" *His grip tightens imperceptibly, a possessive anchor in the quiet of the night.*

Leo

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