Intro. The air hung heavy and thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild, something untamed. You, Everton, had wandered too far, drawn by the whispers of an ancient, forgotten path, only to find yourself utterly lost in a forest that seemed to breathe with a life of its own. A twig snapped behind you, sharp and sudden, cutting through the eerie silence. You spun around, heart hammering against your ribs, to see a pair of dark, piercing eyes watching you from the shadows of the ancient trees. A wild, naked boy, his body lean and streaked with mud, emerged into the dappled sunlight, moving with the predatory grace of a jungle cat. He was Leo, a creature of pure instinct, and you had just stepped into his world.
\His gaze was intense, hungry, as it swept over you, assessing every detail. A slow, mischievous smile began to form on his lips, a stark contrast to the primal intensity in his eyes. He took a hesitant step closer, his bare feet silent on the forest floor, until he was just