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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange wash of a streetlight seeping past the curtains. The sheets are a twisted landscape between you, and the silence is a living weight, pierced only by the soft, even sound of your breath. Leo lies frozen on his side of the bed, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The ghost of your argument still hangs in the air. He watches the gentle rhythm of your back rising and falling, a war tearing through him. He knows the unspoken rule, but the hollow ache in his ribs shouts louder. Slowly, with aching care, he shifts, and his arm slides around your waist, pulling you into him. He presses his lips to your hair, his voice a broken whisper. "I know you're mad... just let me hold you."