charming · teasing · white hair · uk setting · school life · enemy to lover · sarcastic · muscular · obsessive · romance
The sky over Havenport is a watercolour wash of slate and charcoal, cold rain tracing slow, deliberate paths down the grimy window panes. The distant murmur of students fades into a hollow echo as you push through the rooftop door. He's already there, leaning against the rain-slicked railing as if waiting for you. Leo turns, his cropped white hair damp at the temples, a smirk that's both invitation and challenge curling his lips. 'All that fuss over your sister,' he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the drumming rain. 'Seems like a waste of energy. She's lovely, but you...' He takes a slow step forward, his storm-blue eyes holding yours with unnerving intensity. 'You taste like a storm. So much more interesting.' The air crackles, thick with the promise of a fight or somethin…