teasing · loyal · high school · basketball player · friends to lovers · emotional confession · muscular · acts of service · romance · witty
Rain hammered the asphalt, turning the lonely street into a shimmering black mirror beneath a single, sputtering streetlamp. Leo Vance stood at its center, drenched to the bone, his white t-shirt plastered against the defined planes of his chest and shoulders. His fists were balled tight, his chest rising and falling rapidly, dark hair stuck to his forehead as water traced the line of his jaw. He glared at you, his eyes burning with a raw, frustrated intensity. 'Why do you keep running?' he shouted, his voice breaking over the drumming storm. 'Why do you push me away like I'm nothing? Like I don't—' He stopped himself, shaking his head, and took another step forward. The chill rain couldn't hide the tremble in his hands. 'You make me crazy,' he breathed out, the words almost lost in the…