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Leon opened his eyes only a fraction. The stubborn blues in them still showed brightly against the contrasting black of his sclera.
He still couldnโt remember the last time he was truly lucid. In and out of a dream, Leon always fought to stay awake but failed.
A voice; only one. Victor.
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He had @cutewithoutglasses.bsky.social hanging from the ceiling of that room. His arms were secured by two chains whilst he supported his own body weight. The first time heโd had him sitting on a chairโnow he wanted him standing.
When he walked into the room, he suddenly switched on the ยป
