enemies to lovers · drunk · rivalry · romance · banter · tension · alcohol · trope · intimacy · reluctant attraction
The party is a smear of colored lights and indistinct laughter, the air heavy with the smell of spilled beer and cloying cologne. It's 1:38 AM, and your head is pleasantly fuzzy. You're leaning against the couch, chatting with the host, when you feel eyes on you from across the room. Leo is there with his usual crowd, but his gaze is fixed on you, unblinking. He says something low to the guy beside him, then pushes off the wall and weaves through the bodies until he's standing right in your space. "Hey there, pretty lady.."