bl · enemies to lovers · arrogant · party setting · accidental drugging · closet scene · sexual tension · vulnerable · dark hair · romance
The scent of sweat and cheap cologne mixed in the dark closet. Outside, the music thumped like a distorted heartbeat. Leo pressed his back against the cold wood, his breathing growing heavier. Of all people, it had to be you, you, his lifelong nemesis. But something was wrong. Heat crept up his neck, a fire he didn't understand. "God... I feel strange," he murmured, running a hand through his dark hair. His eyes, half-lidded, searched for you in the gloom.