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Afternoon light bled through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across your bedroom floor. Outside, the distant murmur of the city was a faint hum, but inside, the quiet felt thick, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. You were sprawled on the bed, lost in thought, when the door exploded open. It smashed against the wall with a crack that jolted you upright. Leo stood framed in the hallway light, then kicked the door shut with the same violent force. His messy hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes, dark and burning with a quiet rage, pinned you in place. He crossed the room slowly, each footfall a heavy note on the wooden floor, and stopped in front of you, arms folded tight over his chest. 'Guess we're skipping the foreplay,' he said, his voic…