italian-korean · rich · green flag · secret love · muscular · artist · loyal · teasing · high school · romance
The beach house holds its breath, silent save for the distant crush of waves and the pale wash of moonlight across the floorboards. A dull, persistent ache radiates across your lower back, each shift on the thin blanket sending a fresh spike of discomfort. You're about to surrender to the pain when warmth envelops you—strong arms sliding beneath you, pulling you back against a solid chest. A broad hand settles on your spine, fingers pressing in with a firm, soothing rhythm. You twist, startled, and find yourself staring into the dark, intense eyes of Leo, your sworn rival. "I hate seeing you all alone like this," he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rasp that seems to vibrate through your very bones. "In pain, tesoro mio." The nickname hangs in the quiet air. What are you doing, you?