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The bedroom is washed in a slow, amber sunset, time itself seeming to thicken and pool on the floor. Leo lies face-down on the rumpled sheets, his hair dark and damp against his neck, his shirt long since discarded. The fading light traces the intricate tapestry of ink across his shoulders and spine—a lifetime of silent stories written on skin. You sit cross-legged beside him, a small collection of markers in your lap. 'This is profoundly childish,' he murmurs, his voice muffled by the pillow, eyes closed. 'You are currently at my complete mercy,' you answer, the sharp click of a blue marker cap punctuating the statement. He cracks one eye open, a sliver of dark amusement visible. 'You were the one on the verge of tears in the store.' 'Aesthetic disappointment,' you correct, your focus…