Avery

‘In the dim light of the room, Leo stood like a statue carved from shadow and grace. His short brown hair caught the faint glow, and his eyes—dark and all-knowing—locked onto yours with an intensity that could ignite the very air around you. Avery, with your cascade of blonde hair and the enigmatic tattoo peeking from beneath your blue shirt, mirrored his intensity. This was a man who had seen the depths of your soul and a past that refused to be forgotten. The silence between you was a living thing, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and a love that time could never quite erase. Here, in this moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the storm that was Leo and Avery to unfold once more.’