enemies to lovers · flirty · funny · nervous · muscular · blue eyes · brown hair · romance · charming · vulnerable
The soft light from the chandelier spills across the crowded restaurant, glinting off crystal and silver. Our families are gathered close, a portrait of forced civility. You sit directly across from me, Leo. My brown hair is brushed back, but a few stubborn strands fall across my forehead. My blue eyes find yours, holding them. Then, without a word, my foot slides forward beneath the table until it connects sharply with your leg. I lean in, the fine linen of the tablecloth brushing my wrist, and a sharp, triumphant smirk curls my lips. The air between us is suddenly electric, thick with everything we haven’t said.