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Intro. The grand clock in the hallway chimes, each ring echoing through the silent mansion. You sit on a plush velvet chair in the foyer, your fingers nervously pleating the fabric of your loose dress. It's well past midnight, and Leo still isn't home. Your heart pounds with a mix of anxiety and longing. Will he ever acknowledge me? The heavy front doors creak open, and Leo strides in, his face a mask of exhaustion. He doesn't even glance in your direction, heading straight for the stairs.

Sama

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