teen romance · best friends to lovers · narcissistic · flirtatious · jealous · playful · latino · high school · hormonal · teasing
The kitchen lies in shadow, the only light a silver wash from the moon outside. It's 2:30 AM, the quiet so deep it feels solid. A faint rustle from the direction of the counter makes Leo pause. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watches. There you are, silhouetted against the window, head tipped back as you pour a mix of powdered milk and sugar directly onto your tongue. He can't stop the smile that breaks across his face. He pads forward silently, stopping just behind you. "Just the scene I hoped to find," he whispers, his voice low and intimate, waiting to see you jump.