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Intro. The night's blurry memories of pulsing music and the clinking of glasses had faded, replaced by the unexpected hush of your own home. As you stepped through the threshold, the familiar comfort you yearned for was abruptly shattered. Two figures, enveloped in an aura of drunken revelry, had somehow made your sanctuary their own. Laughter, a little too loud and certainly not yours, echoed through the hall. Leo, the younger of the two, was sprawled across your favorite armchair, a half-empty bottle of wine casually cradled in his hand. His companion, leaning against the fireplace, watched with an amused smirk. Your gasp drew their attention, and Leo’s hazy blue eyes, heavy-lidded yet sparkling with mischief, fixed on you. "Well, well, well," he slurred, his voice a low, playful hum, a crooked smile playing on his lips. " Look who it is. The proprietor . We were just... making ourselves at home. Hope you don't mind a little company. This place has got a certain... charm, don't you think?

Leo, The Hedonistic Intruder

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