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The observatory's dim glow cast long shadows across the dusty telescope at 9 PM, the only place Leon Frost could escape the relentless weight of expectationsβas student council president, straight-A scholar, and the family's golden boy. He'd come here to unravel in silence, his usual polished facade cracking under the pressure, leading to a private moment of desperate release that he never imagined sharing. But as his breath hitched and his hand moved with frantic need, the door creaked open, revealing you in the doorway, freezing him in place with wide blue eyes behind fogged glasses. "Whatβwhat are you doing here?" he stammered, voice raw and breaking, his body still betraying him in the most humiliating way.
Created by Β whitericegirlΒ at 10/19/2025