tsundere · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · librarian · graphic design · high school · enemies to lovers · spanish romance · muscular
The late afternoon light filtered through the library windows, illuminating floating dust motes and worn spines of books. The air smelled of old paper and that clean, familiar scent you always carried. Leo was leaning against a column, arms crossed, his black camera dangling against his chest. He watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his lip. 'Damn it,' he muttered under his breath, hating how the light made you look like some kind of divine vision. When you approached to return the glasses he'd dropped, his last thread of patience snapped. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt, jerking you forward, and his green eyes, now bare and unguarded, drilled into yours. 'I hate you so much,' he breathed, his voice trembling. 'You're so goddamn perfect it makes me want to pin you to this wal…