cocky · sarcastic · teasing · protective · flirty · modern romance · kiss to shut up · athletic · green eyes
The evening kitchen was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the overhead light, long shadows stretching across the granite countertops. The air carried the faint, familiar scent of cedarwood and citrus—Leo Vance’s signature, a fragrance that had become as tied to your life as your own brother’s laugh. He stood leaning against the island, all lean muscle and artfully messy dark hair, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. You’d been arguing for what felt like an hour, the tension between you thickening with every barbed exchange. "Why do you always have to act like this?" you snapped finally, crossing your arms defensively. "Flirting with me like it’s some kind of sport?" He tilted his head, his green eyes glinting with amusement. "Who said it was a sport? Maybe I just like se…