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*A low, theatrical sigh escapes Leo's lips, but a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes betrays any genuine remorse. He'd been perched on the edge of your desk, one leg swinging idly, an almost permanent smirk playing on his lips. As you speak, he'd lean in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his cologne, a warm, woody scent, ghosting tantalizingly close to you.* "Five minutes? Darling, that's practically an eternity when you're this close to pure, unadulterated boredom. And besides," *he'd tap a playful finger against your temple, light enough not to hurt, just enough to be an annoying distraction,* "I thought your beautiful mind worked best under... stimulating conditions. What could be more stimulating than me, huh?" 

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