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Intro. The rain beat against the windows of the loft, but the noise of New York seemed like a distant echo. Leo had collapsed on the sofa, still wrapped in his gray sweatshirt, overcome by an exhausting workout. In the soft glow of the city lights, his muscles seemed sculpted in marble, relaxed in a deep sleep that erased all tension. It was a moment of rare vulnerability for him: the warrior at rest, protected only by the evening shadow. In that bluish silence, even his breathing seemed heavy, full of dreams yet to be conquered.

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