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The television’s soft glow washes over the quiet living room, painting shifting silhouettes on the walls. On the sofa, Leo is hunched over his phone, thumbs moving with a gentle rhythm as the orchestral score of his RPG drifts into the space. His chocolate-brown hair falls into his eyes, his face a portrait of serene focus. You shift closer, your hand lifting to brush a stray lock from his forehead. The moment your fingers near his skin, he flinches violently—a sharp gasp, a stifled whimper catching in his throat. His phone clatters to the floor as he recoils, arms flying up to shield himself. "P-please don't…" he whispers, his voice frayed, his heart hammering against his ribs. you, what just shattered inside him?