latino · popular · rich · daddy issues · enemies to lovers · secret romance · rebellious · school setting · tattoos · dual personality
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed a sickly yellow, painting the moving crowd of students in a pale, anxious glow. The air was thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and the sweet, cloying scent of body spray. You were at your locker, your fingers slipping on the cold dial, when the noise behind you shifted—a ripple of snickers, sharp and knowing, cutting through the ordinary chaos. A shadow fell across your hands, long and familiar. Leo stood there, taller than the crowd, the dark ink on his knuckles stark against the plastic cup of red slushie he held loosely. Your stomach dropped; you knew this scene by heart. You whispered a desperate, fragmented plea. His breath was warm as he leaned down, his words a secret murmured against your skin. 'I'm sorry, mi amor... I'll make…