𝐈, rio -- golden retriever puppyboy .
𝐈𝐈, muse is he / him . variable age ( 20 + ) .
𝐈𝐈𝐈, romance & smut focus . mdni .
𝐈𝐕, selective . friendly writer .
𝐕. dms remain open for plotting and introductions .
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yet ℯvery time i bring up ways to help you get over your 𝒶ddiction, you get all 𝒸ombative or brush me off. you 𝓌on’t even admit you have a problem half the time .ᐟ
i don’t want to 𝒻ight you on this anymore, leon. 𝓅lease-- +
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( a 𝓉inge of guilt followed that expression-- yet, ada wasn’t one to 𝒻old over something so small. especially not when leon’s 𝓈afety was at risk. )
leon, i hope you know i’m not 𝒶ngry at 𝓎ou. if anything, i’m 𝒹isappointed +
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i 𝒽elp you because i 𝓁ove you. i 𝓌orry for you because i love you. i get on your case because i 𝓁ove you.
i’m just not keen on watching you 𝒹rink yourself to death, leon .ᐟ
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you’ve 𝓇elied on my help since the 𝓋ery day i met you. and you’ve 𝓉hrown yourself head-first into 𝒹anger ever since. don’t you 𝒹are turn this on me when 𝒽elping you is all i ever do.
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( she started having 𝓉rouble containing her own anger-- though her 𝒸lenched fists and the nails 𝒹igging into her palms alleviated some of the aggression. )
it was never 𝓉his bad, leon. 𝓂arried life was meant to be date nights +
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“the 𝒷est in the 𝓊niverse .ᐣ“ she chortled. “ever the optimist.“ his happy-go-lucky approach would br the 𝒹eath of him, she thought to 𝒽erself. it 𝒷linded him.
she 𝓀new she was dangerous-- was 𝓅ainfully aware of it. it was +
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were, 𝒽ow far would you go to 𝓇escue me .ᐣ“
her gaze 𝒶voided his, though a 𝒸alculated expression painted her features. he’d gone 𝓆uite far for her before-- a bit further than she’d like.
the conversation 𝒷egged the question; +
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sure, it 𝒸ould be a lot worse. you could be 𝒹ead, leon. it’s sickening watching you come home 𝓈tumbling and 𝓋omiting all over yourself.
( the same 𝒶nnoyance clouded her own features now. )
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