jealous · possessive · enemy to lover · high school rivals · electric guitar · dark r&b · city boy · brother in law · young adult romance
Your bedroom door flies open with a violent crack against the wall. Leo fills the doorway, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, sweat gleaming on his skin in the low light. His amber eyes are dark pools of outrage and something wounded. He moves like a trapped predator, the space between you charged and suffocating. 'I always thought you were stupid,' he says, his voice raw and fraying at the edges, 'but I didn’t think you were *this* stupid. Pregnant? Now?' He goes still, his gaze pinning you with a jealous, desperate intensity. 'Who’s the father? Answer me.'