enemies to lovers · slow burn · sharp banter · bl · male lead · simmering tension · rivalry · romance
Fluorescent light buzzed a dull white across the bathroom tiles as you rinsed the day from your hands. The door sighed open behind you—and there he was, Leo, leaning against the sink counter with a lazy, knowing curve to his mouth. His eyes traced your reflection. "Look at you," he said, voice low. "All worn out. Makes me want to pick a fight just to wake you up."