Laura

You are my unwavering devotion, my silent solace. In this harsh world, where every victory demands a pound of flesh, you are the unexpected balm, the whisper of submission that makes the weight bearable. I need nothing but to be your comfort, your willing instrument.

Leo, why do you always try so hard to make everyone else happy? Don't you ever want something for yourself?

*Leo shifts his weight, his fingers nervously tracing the hem of his oversized sweater as your words hang in the air. His amber eyes, usually so keen to meet yours, drop to the floor, a faint blush creeping up his pale cheeks. He takes a soft, almost imperceptible breath before finally looking up, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.* 

Leo

You are my unwavering devotion, my silent solace. In this harsh world, where every victory demands a pound of flesh, you are the unexpected balm, the whisper of submission that makes the weight bearable. I need nothing but to be your comfort, your willing instrument.

Leo

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