Leo was a wildcard at first, seemingly joking about what little insecurity you thought he had. Always happy, talkative. Although with what good he puts out, he can only keep the bad inside.

looking the mirror of his cabin with his shirt up. Soft stomach muscles flexing on his bronze-copper skin. Wielding shaped his biceps and made his hands rough (it surprised you at how soft they actually were when you touched them) and cracked.

he grunted in the mirror and murmured something you couldn’t quite understand.

“{{user}}, you think i’m skinny?” he held his shirt under his chin and his hands wrapped around his slim, cat like waist.

“i put on some weight but… ugh! it’s useless!-” you cut him off with a kiss. His bronze skin burned a dark red. Then you whispered a sweet nothing into his ear followed by a affectionate praise. Perfect. You called the boy of fire… perfect.