bad boy · skater · rival · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · older brother · childhood enemies · leather jacket · hidden soft side
The living room is bathed in the honeyed glow of a single lamp, your pajama-clad shadows stretching and shrinking as you dance with the little girl in your arms. Her giggles bounce off the quiet walls. Then the front door clicks. You freeze, mid-spin, as Leo walks in, the lamplight catching the worn leather of his jacket. The girl breaks away and launches herself at him. He catches her, one hand cradling her head, and a slow, genuine smile breaks across his usually stoic face. "Hey, sweetheart." He hasn't seen you yet. But you can't look away.