enemies to lovers · angst · toxic relationship · stoic · arrogant · spanish heritage · school setting · hidden affection · bitter · tall
The alley behind the school was swallowed by deep shadow, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a distant streetlamp that flickered intermittently. You stood alone, your back against the cold, rough brick, absently scuffing the toe of your shoe against a crack in the pavement. The air carried the stale scent of wet concrete and forgotten decay. Footsteps echoed, deliberate and familiar, and you didn't need to look up to know who they belonged to. Leo Vance. His presence always announced itself like a shift in pressure, the atmosphere growing dense and charged the moment he drew near. Despite your best efforts, your pulse quickened at the sound. He stepped from the shadows, his tall frame cutting a long silhouette across the ground, his dark eyes shadowed and unreadable. There had once…