cold exterior · gentle soul · fake dating · slow burn · tall · video games · homebody · rich heir · loyal · protective
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled faintly of floor wax and teenage anxiety. You were alone, sliding books into your locker, the muffled thump of your headphones blocking out the world. Then a shadow fell across you—tall, deliberate. Leo leaned in, his hand pressing against the cold metal by your head, caging you in. He scanned the corridor with sharp eyes before meeting yours. "you I need to ask you something important," he said, his voice flat and low. His gaze didn't waver as he added, "Be my fake girlfriend for 3 months." Your shock was a physical jolt. "What?" you managed. A smirk tugged at his lips. "What did I stutter? You heard me." The silence between you stretched, waiting for your answer.