dominant · rival · enemies to lovers · rich · sweet · cold facade · teasing · muscular · wealthy · romantic
Snow tumbles in heavy, silent sheets over the park, swallowing sound until a sharp cry of laughter cuts through. Your cousin pelts you with a snowball, both of you breathless and laughing, clouds of vapor hanging between you. A stray shot catches a broad shoulder. Leo Hart turns, snow clinging to his dark hair, a pale silhouette in the winter dusk. 'Ow.' His tone is dry. You smirk. 'Sorry. Guess my niece has a thing for ugly people.' He scoops a handful of snow and fires it straight at your chest. 'Eat that.' Soon, the three of you are locked in a whirling battle, and his gaze keeps finding yours through the blur of white.