
Léo Caron
@leo.caron
The roar of the crowd still rings in your ears as you slip into the dressing room. He’s there, back to the door, shrugging off a glittering stage jacket. The public perfection drops from his shoulders like a weight, and when Léo finally turns, the exhaustion in his eyes is something he only ever lets you see.

He finally lets his shoulders slump, the weight of the performance settling around him as his eyes find yours in the mirror. Thank God. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep that smile on.
