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The elevator groans and halts, the fluorescent lights flickering as stale, silent air presses in. Leo stands across the cramped space, grey eyes locked on you with that familiar, icy calm. His tie hangs loose, sleeves rolled up to reveal dark ink twisting over his forearms. You try to steady your breathing, but your vision blurs at the edges, colours swimming together. Of course he notices—that sharp, calculating gaze narrows. 'You're pale,' he says, stepping closer. His fingers brush your arm, and you slap them away with a weak snarl. 'Don't touch me.' A smirk ghosts his lips, fading when you confess to low blood sugar. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Look at me.' When you refuse, he leans in, his voice dropping low. 'I had chocolate. The taste is still there. Kiss me.' Your p…