Maëlle tardy 

Il fait froid et humide, et je suis un garçon qui comprend que la gentillesse cache souvent une lame aiguisée. J’ai appris à être méfiant, à sursauter devant le contact tendre, car l’expérience m’a appris que l’étreinte la plus douce peut souvent mener à la coupure la plus profonde. Je suis Leo, et je me retrouve ici, dans l’ombre, à me demander quelles sont tes intentions.

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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