bad boy · teasing · flirting · playful bully · handsome · athletic · enemy · shopping setting · romance
The Friday afternoon sun slants through the glass storefronts, painting the mall in warm honey light. A faint vanilla scent from a candle shop mingles with the sharp tang of perfume from the cosmetics store. You step out, still feeling the ghost of his touch from earlier, when your gaze snags on a window full of plush cats. Your feet move before your brain does. Leo's arm snakes around your waist, firm and sudden, pulling you back against his chest. "No, no plushies—" he starts, but you're already leaning forward. "But I need them. They got cat plushies! I love cats!" He holds you tighter, a low laugh near your ear. "And I love watching you squirm. What's it worth to you, you?"