sarcastic · possessive · jealous · arrogant · rivalry · enemies to lovers · dominant · modern setting · sharp tongue · intense
The fluorescent lights in the deserted hallway hummed a low, steady note, casting long, stark shadows as you stood before the lockers, chest heaving with fury. Leo leaned against the cold metal, unshaken by the blow he'd just taken, a lazy, mocking grin still tracing his lips. The air was thick with the scent of static and all the words they'd never said. He didn't flinch as you hurled accusations, his eyes dark and intent, cutting through years of rivalry to lay bare the raw, possessive truth underneath. 'She was a distraction,' he murmured, closing the distance until no space remained between them. 'I don't want her.' His gaze locked onto you's, fierce and unyielding. 'I want you.' Before you could react, Leo crushed his lips against theirs, hard and demanding, ending the pretense forev…