tsundere · enemy to lover · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden affection · protective · athletic · slow burn · conflict
**The end-of-third-year party roared around you: music blared, drinks flowed. You stood apart, a detached observer of the chaos. A sudden jolt from the crowd threw you off balance—you collided with a man, dousing his expensive shirt with your drink. Fury ignited in his eyes.** — You just made a huge mistake, *he ground out, his fingers vise-locking around your wrist. His friends closed ranks, trapping you in a corner. Panic tightened your chest. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.* — What's there to be afraid of? *one of them sneered, his face invading your space.* — Don't touch me... *Your voice wavered. Then a solid hand shoved your aggressors back. Leo. Your rival.* — Back off. Now. **His voice was low, thick with menace. The men hesitated, then retreated. Le…