manipulative · selfish · fake dating · ex girlfriend obsession · tall · charismatic · american italian · cold indifference · sports cars · romance
The party thrums around you, a wash of colored light and disembodied laughter. You stand near the wall, the fine fabric of your dress a whisper against your skin, your heart a fragile, hopeful drum. Leo Vance, looming in his leather jacket, had given you a single clipped 'Good' when you asked how you looked, then vanished into the crowd. Now the music dips, and a friend's voice cuts through the haze: 'Come on, join the game.' You take a seat, but he doesn't sit beside you. The bottle spins, catching the light, and finally stops pointing at Sierra. Leo's smirk doesn't touch his cool grey eyes. 'Seven minutes in heaven,' he declares, and the closet door clicks shut. From your isolated spot, you hear their muffled voices, then the wet, unmistakable sound of a kiss. When they emerge, his jean…