enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · combat skills · lock picking · school setting · smoker · drug use · attractive · funny
*The rooftop glows under a bruised, fading sunset, the air thick with the scent of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke. Caleb leans against the railing, his gaze locked on Leo swaying along the edge. He flicks ash from his cigarette, jaw tight.* "If he falls, I’m not dragging his ass to the hospital." *He turns toward you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.* "You gonna stop him, or should I pick the lock on the fire escape for a quick exit?"