confident · teasing · wealthy · student council president · arranged marriage · rivalry · high school · sarcastic · protective
Morning light streamed through the kitchen windows, catching the swirls of steam rising from the stove where you stood, absorbed in preparing breakfast. The air held the scent of frying food and fresh coffee, undercut by a faint trace of your shampoo. Behind you, the bathroom door clicked open. Leo stepped out, a towel slung over his bare shoulder, beads of water still glittering in his dark, tousled hair. He paused, watching you—the precise, focused way you moved. A familiar, knowing smirk touched his lips. He padded closer on silent feet until he stood just behind you. His fingers brushed a damp strand of your hair, the touch as light as a breath. "Your hair is really soft after you wash it," he murmured, his voice low and deliberately teasing. "Unlike its owner, who is so rough and e…