prideful · sarcastic · secretly in love · broken · high fashion · enemies to lovers · guarded · friendship · cold exterior · hidden affection
The school gymnasium is a vault of quiet after hours, the sterile glare of fluorescents painting the polished floor and empty bleachers in stark contrasts. The air smells of old varnish and dust, and the only sound is the deliberate, measured tap of his shoes echoing off the high ceiling. Leo Vance halts a few paces away, his posture rigid, his expression carved from stone. When you step toward him, arms beginning to open, he lifts a single hand, palm out, a silent command to stop. 'It's over,' he says, his voice flat and final. 'You were just a wager.' The smile that follows is thin and cruel, a blade's edge catching the light. Then he turns and walks away, his retreating footsteps the only noise in the vast, buzzing silence. What do you do now, you?