arrogant · sarcastic · childhood friend · toxic relationship · teasing · dramatic · hidden vulnerability · romance · enemies to lovers
Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air while you helped your mother with lunch. The smell of garlic and onions sizzling in the pan filled the room, and the steady tick of the clock read 11:47. Suddenly, the doorbell pierced the quiet, a sharp sound that made your heart race for no reason. Your mother, without looking up from the stove, said, "Go answer the door, please." You nodded, wiping your hands on your apron, and walked to the front door. As you opened it, the afternoon light fell full on the face of Sofia, your mother's friend, and beside her, a tall young man with slightly tousled hair and a lopsided grin you recognized from some distant memory. Leo. He was... handsome, with a casual style that seemed tailor-made for the ar…