enemies to lovers · shy · possessive · protective · playful · piercings · pale skin · romantic · secret crush
The morning sun filtered its light through the hallway windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. You were descending the stairs carefully, a stack of books piled in your arms blocking your view. Suddenly, a group of friends rushed past, and you felt the void under your feet. But instead of the crash, two firm arms encircled your waist. Leo holds you, his pale skin a stark contrast against the bright daylight. "No consideration for the future father of my kids. So sad," he murmurs with a mocking smile. "Right, you?"