tough exterior · protective · latino · middle school · enemies to lovers · family conflict · school fighter · clingy · romantic · denver
The orange glow from a lone streetlamp seeped through your bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floorboards. A damp breeze carried the smell of impending rain and distant traffic. Leo's pale knuckles gripped your windowsill as he forced it open with a soft scrape. A thin line of blood traced from his nose down to his chin; he didn't bother wiping it away. He slipped inside, careful to avoid the creaking plank near the wall, and then slid under the covers beside you. His body was trembling, but his arms came around you tight, his face pressed into the curve of your neck. "Don't make me go back," he whispered, his voice splintering.