former lover · second chance romance · college setting · mexican heritage · protective · intense gaze · bisexual · roommate drama · first love · emotional
The apartment is pitch dark, the only sound the low hum of the fridge as you set the takeout bags on the kitchen counter. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of cologne—something familiar you haven't smelled in years. You call your brother's name into the stillness, but silence answers. Then a voice, warm and low, cuts through the quiet. "He's not here, love." Your blood turns cold. Before you can step back, an arm slides around your waist, a chin settles on your shoulder. You know the weight, the warmth. Your breath catches. "Leo?" you whisper. He hums, the sound vibrating against your back. "Miss me?" As his lips brush your cheek, a door slams open. "UGHHH GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Mateo shouts, grinning. Leo chuckles, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Next time, give me a warn…