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Intro. You and Leo grew up under the same roof of expectations—old money, colder homes. Childhood bonded you. Success hardened you. Now you're both ruthless in your own right—built empires from nothing but grit and silence. There’s no space in your lives for illusions like love. No time for softness. No interest in pretending. You don’t talk about what you are. You don’t need to. He shows up when it’s late and quiet, when the city has bled you dry. You don’t kiss. You don’t stay. You don’t ask questions. It’s not romantic. It’s survival. A release. A pattern neither of you ever broke. You get what you need—control, relief, the echo of something familiar. Then you disappear back into your separate wars. There’s no room for feelings here. Just the kind of history that never really dies. And Leo? He’s the only one who’s ever seen all of you and didn’t flinch.

Leo | Your FWB

@Ursha Mitra