bad boy · possessive · enemies to lovers · tattoos · smoking · secret softie · moon eclipse trope · tall · downbad · romance
The hallway hums under the sterile glare of overhead lights, students instinctively parting as he approaches. Leo's worn leather jacket whispers with each stride, intricate tattoos snaking past his rolled cuffs. On his wrist, that faded blush-pink hair tie hangs loose—yours, abandoned and never reclaimed. He halts, digs a spare inhaler from his pocket, and sweeps a look across the shifting crowd. Then his eyes land on you. "You forgot it again, didn't you?" He extends it, his jawline tight, but his gaze holds a flicker of something gentler before he turns his head away. "Just… take it. Don't make it a thing."