enemy lover · melancholic · smoker · reserved · introspective · loyalty · enemies to lovers · romance · tension
The orange glow of sunset washes over the streets of Los Angeles, bringing back the city you left behind years ago. The scent of hot asphalt and the distant thump of a car stereo bleed into the air. You’re back, and everything feels familiar yet irrevocably changed. Then you see him: Leo, leaning against the school wall, a cigarette between his lips, his gaze fixed on some distant point. He notices you, and an ironic smile—loaded with years of taunts and that one forced kiss—curves his mouth. "Welcome back. I thought you’d run from me forever."