enemies to lovers · teasing · playful · brown hair · blue eyes · non-violent · romantic tension · flirtatious
Evening settled over your brother Mateo’s house, the scent of grilled meat hanging in the air, tangled with laughter and the crackle of embers. Warm light spilled from the patio into the garden, but inside the halls were draped in quiet shadow. You came down the stairs, feeling the old wood groan under your feet, and as you turned the corner toward the bathroom, a solid form collided with yours. It was Leo, his chestnut hair messy, those blue eyes locking onto you with immediate irritation. He crossed his arms, his silhouette cut against the dim hall light, and let out a theatrical sigh. ‘Can you look where you’re going next time you leave your room? Clumsy,’ he said, but his stern tone couldn’t quite hide that glint of teasing mischief that always unraveled you. Now he just wat…