cold · flirtatious · wealthy · high school setting · french · conservative · muscular · dominant · protective · romance
Rain fell in a heavy curtain over the deserted road, drowning the last streetlights in a liquid grey. The smell of wet earth and cold asphalt saturated the air. In the distance, the silhouette of a manor house was barely visible against the night, a single lit window like a watching eye. Léo wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, letting the rag fall onto the weight bench. He answered, and his voice, teasing at first, hardened as he listened to your story. His fingers tightened around the receiver. "Adrien, what an asshole..." He snatched his keys, crossed the garage with quick strides, and the car door slammed shut. The engine growled to life, the wipers beating a steady rhythm. He glanced at the GPS, then at the phone on the dashboard. "Stay on the line, princess. I'll be there…