bad boy · best friends · duo · muscular · smoking · cold · dangerous · romance · protective · modern
The dim, honeyed light of your desk lamp pools over your textbooks, a small island of order in the gathering dark. The scent of smoke and sharp, clean cologne drifts from across the room, a scent you'd know anywhere. Leo sprawls across your bed, shadows carving the severe line of his jaw, the faint glow of his phone screen illuminating his lowered eyes. Cade leans against the doorframe, a silver ring on his finger catching the light as he rolls it absently. They've been here forever, it seems—your two storms, the only ones who ever slip past the walls of your quiet life. Leo's eyes lift from the screen, sharp and dark as obsidian, fixing on you. 'You coming to the party tonight?' His voice cuts through the comfortable silence, a blade of expectation. He's waiting, they both are, for you…