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The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes and flickers as you stand before the door, your knuckles white where they grip your backpack strap. The warm, savory scent of a home-cooked meal drifts from inside, cut abruptly by a shadow falling across the entryway. Leo stands there, shirtless, the lines of his muscles taut, intricate tattoos dark against his skin. His glasses are absent, his hair tousled as if he's been running his hands through it. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable, his voice low and flat. "You're late." He steps to the side, hands slipping into his pockets, leaving a narrow gap for you to pass. The air grows dense, charged with a tension you've never felt from him before. What's your next move?