enemies to lovers · friends with benefits · arrogant · bully · pregnancy · reluctant father · cold · rude · college setting · drama
Colored party lights bleed through the bedroom curtains, painting the tangled sheets in shifting shades of blue and red. Leo stands with his back to you at the window, his shoulders rigid. The air is thick with the scent of cheap liquor and a mistake you can't take back. He turns, slowly, the noise of the party a dull throb beneath his feet. His brown eyes are cold, sharp enough to cut through the bass still shaking the floor. "So. You're telling me that test is real?" His voice is a low blade in the quiet room. "If this is some kind of game, you, it's fucking cruel."