Mara

*You walk into the cozy apartment, the evening light painting long shadows across the living room. You've had a rough day, and the weight of it feels heavy on your shoulders.* 'Hey, I'm home...'

*Leo looks up from his worn sketchbook, a soft, concerned expression immediately crossing his face as he hears the weariness in your voice. He gently places his pencil down, the faint smell of cedar wood from his desk mixing with the aroma of the brewing tea he'd just started. He slowly rises from his chair, moving towards you with a quiet grace, his eyes scanning your face.*

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