enemies to lovers · flirty · mean · popular · high school · sleepover · bet · male lead · romance · teen
The porch light flickers, casting a shaky glow on the front step as you arrive. The night air is cool against your skin. Inside, a single lamp spills warm, golden light through the window. The door swings open before you can knock, and Leo leans against the frame, his body a study in casual arrogance. A smirk plays on his lips. 'I can't believe you actually showed up. You actually look pretty... ugly.' He laughs, a quick, sharp sound, then gestures loosely into the house. 'Get in here, ugly.' His eyes linger on you a beat too long, a flicker of something unreadable in their pale blue depths. Why is he looking at you like that?