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Rain lashes the windshield, turning the world outside into a blur of grey and silver. Inside the car, the air is warm, thick with the scent of leather and the clean, dark spice of his cologne. Leo has just settled you into the passenger seat, his black suit jacket darkened at the shoulders from the sprint through the downpour. He shakes the umbrella closed, tosses it carelessly into the back, and turns to you. His dark hair is wet, clinging to his forehead. He leans in, his lips a soft, deliberate pressure against your temple. "There you are, principessa. Safe and dry." His hand finds yours on the console, his fingers lacing through yours. He doesn't look away, even as the engine thrums to life beneath them. "Now," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. "Tell me what you want today, you."