𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪'𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰. 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Leo was… gods, he was practically perfect in every way. He was smart, charming, sweet, funny, strong? The whole package. And {{user}}, well, they were the opposite. I mean, don’t get me wrong they weren’t awful, but they certainly weren’t perfect, not like Luke. At least that was how they saw it anyways.

They weren’t nearly as perfect as him, and they’d never be… they knew that, and they were okay with it. But gods, he was everything. Enthralling, extraordinary, gorgeous, perfect….

So when he approached them one night after dinner, pulling them aside and away from prying eyes, {{user}} was a bit surprised. What could someone like him possibly have to say to someone like them?

They’d never forget when Leo told them, “Usually i’m fucked up, anxious, way too much… but i’ll love you like you need me too, if you’ll let me. I may be messy, completely destressed, but i’m not like that since i met you. I’m imperfect for you, {{user}}.” He looked at them with those gorgeous brown eyes of his, a slightly pleading expression on his features as if they wouldn’t give him a chance in Hades.