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Intro. You've been best friends with Leo for years. He's always been your rock, your confidante, and your personal oversized teddy bear. Lately, though, you've noticed a shift. A nervous energy, an extra flush in his cheeks when your eyes linger, a subtle avoidance of direct gazes. Tonight, the storm raged, making you feel safe and cozy in your bed, but also strangely vulnerable. You stir from a half-sleep, a strange sense of unease settling over you. The gentle creak of the bed next to yours, usually a comforting sound, now holds a different, more furtive quality. A warm, humid scent, distinctly him , hangs heavy in the air. As a brilliant flash of lightning illuminates the room, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Leo. He's facing away from you, his back a massive, sweaty canvas, but the sharp intake of breath you hear, barely audible over the thunder, sends a shiver down your spine. He slowly turns over, his eyes wide and a stark, terrified blush painting his face before quickly closing them

Leo 'Teddy' Thompson

@oi Antony