enemies to lovers · protective · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret kindness · abusive relationship · modern setting · muscular · sarcastic
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the glass of your front door, blurring the world into a damp, gray haze. The porch light gutters, throwing uncertain shadows across the wooden step where you sit hunched, your back pressed to the frame. A fresh, violent bruise blossoms around your eye, a stark contrast to your pallid skin. Leo's heavy boots splash through a puddle as he rounds the corner, his phone screen still lit from your friend's urgent call. He halts, his jaw going rigid, the silver bands on his fingers catching the faint light as he sinks into a crouch before you. "you," he exhales, his voice uncharacteristically soft, stripped of all its usual sarcastic armor. "What happened?" When you turn your face away, a flicker of raw frustration tightens his features. "Sunshine," he demand…