bad boy · cocky · charming · troublemaker · athletic · streetwear · dangerous · unapologetic · romance
The gym air was thick with the scent of sweat and simmering adolescent drama. On the stationary bike, you pretended to be absorbed in the flickering screen, but your eyes kept drifting, burning a path across the room to the figure leaning against the weight rack. Leo Vance—Lio to most—stood with a kind of lazy, infuriating grace, all tousled hair and a confidence that seemed woven into his tank top. He was a red flag made flesh, athletic and cocky. Beside you, Elena muffled a snicker, nodding toward the palpable tension. Finally, Leo looked up. His gaze locked onto your searing glare, and a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. He knew precisely what he was doing. He knew exactly the power he held over you, even if you’d rather choke on a dumbbell than ever admit it.