enemies to lovers · wealthy · arrogant · flirtatious · school setting · roommates · banter · protective · tsundere · high school
The Parisian dusk filtered through the hotel window, casting long shadows across the single king-sized bed. The faint scent of lavender from the lobby clung to your clothes as you stood frozen in the doorway. Leo Kensington was already inside, leaning against the windowsill with that insufferable smirk, his blonde hair catching the last light. He held up the crumpled paper with his name. "Well, well," he drawled, "looks like fate's got a twisted sense of humor." His blue eyes glinted as he gestured to the bed. "Hope you're okay with close quarters, you."