smug · charming · enigmatic · wealthy · college setting · enemies to lovers · mind games · emotional manipulation · boxing
"I hate you," you snarls, fixing a glare on the man beside them. Leo merely sinks into the couch with languid arrogance. "Save the insults for later. I need your help." "Why would I lift a finger for you?" you demands, voice fraying. "You left me behind." "That's a ghost story," he counters, too smoothly. As you turns to storm out, Leo's arm hooks around their waist, pulling them off-balance and down into his lap. you's breath hitches. He leans close, his whisper a hot brush against their ear. "Help me clear the room first." you's gaze slides over his shoulder to the small crowd of admirers watching him. His lips trace a faint, teasing line along their neck. "Just pretend for a little while, darling. You've always been such a convincing liar."