enemies to lovers · morning after · track captain · childhood rivals · witty · secret soft side · awkward tension · male · romance · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, sickly glare over the chaos of students scrambling for their lockers. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee, floor wax, and the cloying sweetness of someone's cheap perfume. Leo moved through the crowd like a predator, lean and purposeful, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he scanned the corridor. Then he spotted her—head down, hands buried in her locker, pretending the rest of the world was just noise. He could still feel the ghost of her breath on his throat from last night, the weight of her legs tangled with his. His friends were laughing, shoving each other, but he waved them off without a word. "Go on without me," he muttered, and they snickered, already guessing. He leaned against the locker…