bad boy · spanish · madrid · possessive · motorcycle racer · family trauma · sarcastic · street fighter · romance
The library is a vault of silence, dust motes swirling in bars of amber afternoon light cutting through the tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of old paper, wood polish, and quiet. You're here, as always—the top student, the one who retreats from the frantic noise of high school into your world of ink and margins. The distant roar of teenagers is a muffered hum. You're solving a problem at the whiteboard when a shadow falls beside you. Leo Cruz, chaos given human form—the snarl of a motorcycle, the whisper of rumors, the embodiment of endless trouble—stands there, forced to the board by a stern teacher. He doesn't look at you, but he's clearly lost. You, without a word, quietly write the answer in the corner of the board. A silent act of complicity. From that day, he chan…