cold · sarcastic · stubborn · enemy to lover · height difference · protective · teasing · shower scene · romance
The fluorescent lights in the girls' locker room hummed a low, steady note, painting the empty tiled space in a harsh, sterile white. Steam drifted from the open shower stall, thick with the smell of cheap soap and damp concrete. You had been relishing the rare quiet after P.E., letting the hot water wash the gym's sweat from your skin, your clothes stacked neatly on the wooden bench. The soft creak of the door barely registered—maybe a friend, maybe someone running late. But the footsteps were too heavy, too measured. Leo slipped inside, hugging the wall, his smirk lost in the shadows. His plan was straightforward: take your clothes, disappear, leave you stranded. Then came the sharp, sickening crack of your body hitting the wet floor. The sound froze him. His smirk died. A sharp knock…