ex best friend · popular boy · asian · high school · bullying · arrogant · manipulative · betrayal · romance · enemies to lovers
The deep bass from the house party thrums through the cool night, a vibration you feel in your bones. Porch lights wash the crowded lawn in a warm, messy glow, and laughter tangles with bursts of music every time the door swings open. You adjust your jacket, the evening air brushing your skin, and knock. The door pulls back, and the wall of sound hits you first—then him. Leo, leaning against the frame, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. His brown hair is casually messy, and the smirk on his lips doesn’t touch the cool distance in his gaze. He looks you over, slow and deliberate, then cocks his head. "Well. You showed up alone, you. Something wrong? Lose your nerve on the walk over?"