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The air in the room was dense and gray, every breath tasting of ash and weed. You were lying in his bed, the sheets rumpled under you, pinned by the weight of his stare. Leo watched you, his gaze heavy and unblinking, as he lifted the blunt to his lips. He took a pull, the ember glowing bright in the dimness, then held it out toward you. "You alright, ma?" he murmured, his voice a lazy, rasping thing. When you shook your head, refusing, his brow furrowed, a shadow of something possessive and questioning passing over his tired features.