fake dating · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · spanish phrases · secret romance · teasing · rival · high school · possessive
Dust motes danced in the slanted light of the caravan, thick with the scent of old canvas and tension. You stood frozen, the rough rope still coiled in your palm, the intruder at your feet. The door groaned open. Leo filled the frame, his dark eyes scanning the scene—your rigid posture, the girl bound on the floorboards. He stepped inside, the space shrinking around his presence. In one fluid motion, he drew a pocketknife and severed the ropes. He didn’t look at you. Crouching, his voice dropped to a gentle murmur meant only for her. 'Are you okay, mi amor?'