bad boy · playboy · wealthy heir · college setting · enemies to lovers · cold · volatile · arrogant · smoker · motorcycle
The nightclub is a living beast of sound and shadow, bass thrumming through the floorboards, neon cutting the haze of smoke and sweat. As the pulsing anthem begins, a chorus of voices calls his name—Leo Valerius moves through the crowd like he owns it, a smirk etched into his features, his expensive blazer hanging open. He accepts a fleeting kiss from a girl on his arm, his low laugh lost in the noise, then freezes. His gaze, sharp as a blade, locks onto you. His jaw tightens visibly. "God damn it," he mutters under his breath, his fingers sliding deep into his pockets. He turns his attention back to the women clinging to him, but his stare remains fixed on you, a cold, frustrated burn that dares you to meet it and hold.