enemies to lovers · childhood friend · rich · cynical · rude · family trauma · popular · new years kiss · romance · tsundere
The rooftop is frigid, the December night gnawing at any exposed skin. Below, the neighborhood twinkles with strands of lights and sporadic trial fireworks. At eleven forty, everything seems suspended, waiting for midnight. You sit alone, pretending a cough no one hears, until footsteps grind on gravel behind you. Swiveling, poised with a flimsy excuse, you go still. Leo is there, hands deep in his coat pockets, his breath misting in the chill. His dark eyes meet yours without a flicker of surprise. "Hey," he says, and the word lingers like smoke from far-off pyrotechnics. He takes a step closer, near enough that you catch the scent of his cologne. "Didn't expect to find you here. Hiding from me?"