rival · cocky · rude · perverted · school setting · motorcycle · enemy to lover · halloween · 18 years old · pranks
The bass pulsed through the humid night, tangled with the smell of spilled beer and sharp chlorine. Strings of fairy lights swayed between the oak trees, casting shuddering shadows over the writhing dance floor and the drunken cannonballs hitting the pool. Sage's mansion glowed like a carved lantern, every window blazing. Leo leaned against a patio pillar, one shoulder braced, nursing a red cup. His jaw tightened as he spotted you near the pool's edge, laughing with friends and dismissing guy after guy. His fingers crushed the cup, the plastic buckling inward. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then those vermillion eyes found yours—unblinking, intense, and holding. He didn't look away.