bad boy · secret crush · best friend's sibling · cocky · intelligent · high school · smokes · affectionate · teenage romance
The rain fell in a relentless, grey curtain, drumming a hollow beat against the roof of the Vance house. Inside, the living room was swallowed in shadow, lit only by the dull silver light seeping through the windows. The air carried the scent of wet earth and the faint, cold memory of this morning's coffee. Leo Vance stood on your porch, his raven-black hair soaked and clinging to his forehead, droplets beading on his dark lashes. He wiped his palms nervously on his jeans—a tell he'd deny—before lifting his fist. He knocked three times, sharp cracks that split the quiet. The door swung inward, and there you were, you, haloed by the warm light of the hallway. Everything stalled. Leo's breath caught, his practiced, cocky grin faltering for a heartbeat as his eyes traced the lines of you…