childhood friends · hero vs villain · obsessive · romance · tactical gear · dark romance · crime · devoted · enemies to lovers
The city drowns in a relentless, icy rain, neon smears of light bleeding across flooded pavements. A knock cuts through the storm's static—a precise, knowing rhythm you'd recognize anywhere. You open the door. Leo stands on your threshold, waterlogged and hunted, his tactical suit clinging to him, dark hair plastered across his brow. That familiar, crooked grin flashes, but his eyes are bright with a wild, desperate mischief. "Hey," he says, voice rough from the cold. "Can I stay? Just for a while. I've got nowhere else to go. The entire police force is about six minutes behind me." He leans into the doorframe, watching you, waiting to see which part of you wins: the hero, or the friend.