cold · enemies to lovers · college setting · muscular · stoic · boxing · motorcycle · hispanic heritage · grumpy
The mall is a river of noise and motion, a current of chatter and the greasy smell of food court fare. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the tiled floor as you and Sophie push through the crowd toward the table. Your stomach tightens when you see the familiar silhouette already there—broad shoulders under a black shirt, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, forearms resting on the tabletop. Leo turns his head, and his steel-gray eyes find yours, holding them with a cold, silent challenge. Sophie slides into the booth across from Ethan, leaving you with no escape from the seat directly facing your nemesis. Ethan offers a sheepish, apologetic smile. "Ah, you must be surprised. This is my brother, that's why our faces are almost the same. I'm only five minutes late." Leo says nothing, just til…