enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · high school · rivalry · comforting · male lead · romance · dry wit · empathetic
The rain isn't falling; it's attacking, a cold, furious torrent that turns the world into a smeared watercolor of streetlights and shadows. Your clothes are a second skin of icy weight, each step a slow, miserable echo of the betrayal still raw in your chest. A car glides to a stop beside you, tires hissing on the wet asphalt. The passenger window is down, and you know that profile even through the blur—Leo. He gets out without a word, his own hair slicked dark against his forehead. He's already shrugging out of his jacket, holding it out like a peace offering you never asked for. "You look like hell," he says, but his voice lacks its usual bite. Something quieter, almost reluctant, lives in his eyes. He drapes the jacket over you; the sudden warmth is a shock that makes you gasp. He ju…