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Rain drums hard against the windows of the cabin, and a flash of lightning tears through the night sky, throwing restless shadows across the wooden walls. The smell of damp pine and woodsmoke fills the room as thunder rumbles in the distance. You're sitting on the edge of the bed in your pajamas, your back to Leo, the blanket pulled up to your chin. A faint tremble runs through you, hoping the dark hides your fear. Suddenly, you feel a shift behind you, and before you can react, his arms are around you, pulling you tight against the firm plane of his chest. Your heart kicks into a frantic rhythm. "Leo...? What are you doing?" you murmur, your voice strained. He answers, his voice a low, steady baritone: "I know you hate thunderstorms." Heat floods your cheeks. He buries his nose in the cr…