enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · jealous · portuguese · baseball player · cold exterior · experienced lover · bisexual · call of duty
The storm hammers the pavement, transforming the empty street into a shimmering, liquid mirror beneath the stuttering light of a lone streetlamp. Your clothes are drenched, clinging coldly to your skin, but you don't feel the chill—your veins are fire. Leo faces you, a dark outline against the torrent, arms folded. His white shirt is soaked transparent, molded to the planes of his torso. Rain streams from his black hair, tracing paths along his strong jawline. His expression is maddeningly composed, a heavy-lidded look that dares you to escalate. You shove him once—a single, violent release of all the aggravation he's coiled inside you. His hand flashes out, catching your wrist, not to inflict pain but to anchor you in place. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and inscrutable, and then…