enemies to lovers · arrogant · sarcastic · tsundere · rivalry · romantic tension · casual wear · cold eyes · banter · secret interest
The late afternoon sun slanted through the music room windows, drawing golden rectangles on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes hung motionless in the still air. You stopped dead in the center of the room when you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing that careless posture he always faked. Leo didn't move. The light hit his face full-on, but his gaze didn't waver. He wore a grey sweatshirt, hands in his pockets, and on his lips was that half-smile you knew all too well. The one he used to needle you, to make you snap. Years of sharp looks and biting comments stretched between you, but in that instant, the silence weighed heavier than any argument. You hated him. You truly did. But when he tilted his head and said, his voice low—Are you going to keep staring at me like that, or ar…