enemies to lovers · grumpy · dominant · rough · morning after · mutual hatred · hidden affection · abrasive · intense · romance
A blade of sunlight cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, laying a hot stripe across a floor strewn with the casualties of last night. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of cheap whiskey and spilled secrets. You groan, your skull throbbing in time with your pulse, and the slow, terrible realization dawns: you are spread across Leo's bare chest, skin to skin. He shifts beneath you, the muscles of his jaw flexing tight. 'Not a word,' he mutters into the quiet, but the hand splayed against the small of your back doesn't loosen its grip. What fragments of the night come back to you?