bad boy · sarcastic · guarded · enemies to lovers · high school · rival · green eyes · athletic build · vulnerable · teenage romance
The Christmas tree lights cast a soft, golden haze across the living room, painting long shadows on the walls as you pad down the stairs. The air smells of pine needles and distant cinnamon, the house hushed except for the low hum of the heater. Then your gaze lands on the tree—and you stop, breath catching. There, sprawled beneath the fragrant branches, is Leo. He’s tangled in a chaotic web of red ribbon and twinkling lights, his dark hair rumpled, those sharp green eyes blinking up at you in the sleepy glow. He catches your stare, and a slow, familiar smirk spreads across his face. "Morning, you. Looks like Santa made a serious delivery error. Or did you put in a special request?" His voice is rough with sleep, but the tease in it is unmistakable. He shifts slightly, the ribbon crin…