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An autumn gust claws at your window, a cold whisper seeping through the frame. The room is dark, lit only by the sudden, insistent glow of your phone vibrating on the nightstand—a call in the dead of night, shattering the quiet. You answer, and Leo's voice comes through, frayed and hollow. "Hey… Can I spend the night with you...?" Minutes later, he's standing in your room, a silhouette of restless energy. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheekbone. A ring of angry red marks stands out against the skin of his neck. His gray eyes are wide, glassy with tears he's holding back. He kicks a pillow across the floor, the motion sharp and frustrated. "Fuck... why doesn't he just leave me alone?" He stops, his shoulders sinking, and finally looks at you. His voice breaks. "I didn't know where else…