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Leonardo x FemReader:
What happens when a young baker accidentally clobbers someone on the head while throwing the trash into the dumpster bin?
"Ow! Wait! Don't take another step!" a voice calls out from be...
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For a moment, she just stood there, letting everything sink in. Then, unable to contain her giddiness, she laughed—a soft, light sound that echoed in the empty bakery. She threw both hands into the air in a small victory cheer. "He said yes!" she whispered excitedly to herself, feeling like a love-sick fool.
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The early morning light streamed through the bakery windows, golden and soft against the worn countertops. Y/N nudged the door open with her foot, three heavy grocery bags threatening to slip from her grasp. Her arms burned from the strain, and when the edge of a carton dug into her forearm, a sharp jolt of pain made her flinch.
She froze.
The ache wasn't just from the weight of the bags. Her bruises throbbed where the Purple Dragon had gripped her.
"Huff...."
She set the bags down with a heavy exhale, flexing her fingers to stop their trembling. Her gaze drifted to her arm, and before she could stop herself, she gently tugged the fabric back just enough to see.
The bruises had darkened overnight, blooming in angry shades of purple and green. Her breath caught as her other hand rose instinctively to cover her ear. It was almost as if she could still hear his voice—low, mocking, too close. A shiver crawled up her spine. She shook her head quickly, but the disgusting feeling wouldn't fade.
Damn it...
Her throat tightened as her mind replayed to the night before. She had frozen, helpless, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. The memory made her stomach twist.
What would he have done? How much further would it have gone? The thought made her chest tighten and her breath hitch.
What if...
Leo wasn't there...?
Her hands trembled as she tugged her sleeve down to cover the bruises. She didn't need to think about this. Not now.
"It's over," she murmured to herself, forcing the words to sound steady even as her chest felt tight. Her body told a different story, but she ignored it.
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Her palms rose to her cheeks, and she smacked them lightly, the sting jolting her from the spiraling thoughts.
"Pull it together," she muttered firmly, shaking her head and rolling her shoulders as if she could physically shrug off the lingering fear. A practiced smile stretched across her face, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
With a deep breath, she grabbed the bags and began unpacking them.
"You're fine. You're fine. You've got dinner to make," she told herself, her voice growing steadier as the kitchen filled with motion. "You owe Leo a feast."
