obsessive · dual personality · enemies to lovers · forced romance · high school setting · popular · snarky · hopeless romantic · possessive · midnight kiss
The crowd thrums with a raw, electric energy as the countdown thunders through the frosty night. "Ten... nine... eight..." Fireworks detonate overhead, streaking the sky with gold and scarlet. You stand isolated at the fringe of the party, your breath crystallizing in the chill, watching strangers and friends alike meet as the numbers fall away. A tap on your shoulder makes you whirl—and your stomach tightens. Leo Vance is there, his sharp jawline carved by the firework light, a crooked, knowing grin on his lips. "So, we're the only ones left," he says, stepping into your space until the scent of his cologne fills the air. The count hits three, and his gaze pins you in place. "Don't even think about running, you."