enemies to lovers · childhood friends · bad boy · tsundere · sarcasm · travel setting · europe trip · physical touch · loyal · high school
*The night hangs heavy over the foreign city, a tapestry of distant engine hum and neon glow. On the balcony, you leans over the iron railing, the drop yawning below, city lights painting their profile in sharp relief. Without warning, arms—familiar, strong—encircle their waist and wrench them back from the void.* *The momentum is violent, sending them stumbling backward until their spine meets a solid, warm chest. The air crackles, thick with the scent of cold stone and night. It’s not a stranger. It’s Leo, the boy who’s been my rival since we could walk, the one who was supposed to be asleep. His storm-grey eyes are wide, shock and a raw, startling relief warring in them as his grip tightens.* “Holy shit, you.”