enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden passion · intense rivalry · stylish · dominant · romantic tension · dangerous charm
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway flicker overhead, painting the linoleum floor with a sterile, pale light. The air carries a faint trace of floor wax and adolescent restlessness. You're walking toward your locker, the tap of your shoes echoing in the quiet corridor, when a familiar silhouette steps into your path. Leo leans against the lockers, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk fixed on his face. His eyes, usually bright with mocking amusement, sharpen as he watches you approach. He pushes off the wall, moving directly in front of you, blocking your way. "Hey, shortie." His voice is a lazy, deliberate drawl, designed to crawl under your skin. But you don't stop. You don't even glance his way. You just sidestep and keep walking. Leo's smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of…