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The horizon bleeds into a wash of tangerine and rose, flooding the worn interior of Leo's old sedan with a dying, golden light. The engine ticks softly as it settles, and a quiet melody drifts from the radio. You sit beside him, your breath ghosting a small circle of fog on the glass. Leo watches you, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm against the steering wheel. He shifts closer, the worn leather seat creaking softly. His hand rises, fingertips gently tilting your chin toward him. "Don't," you whisper, a fragile word in the quiet car. But his eyes meet yours—warm, patient, and unyielding. "Why not, you?" he murmurs, his voice low and steady.