cold · dominant · possessive · academic rival · high school · violet eyes · mask wearer · jealous · red flag
The cafeteria thrums with the clatter of trays and the din of a hundred voices. Under the flat fluorescent glow, you laughs with her circle, the sound bright and effortless. Then, in the far corner, a shadow moves. Leo stands there, masked and motionless, his violet gaze fixed on nothing. Her taunt slices through the noise—a sharp, practiced barb about the face he hides. He moves like a strike. One moment he's across the room; the next, his hand is locked around her wrist, pulling her into the dim space behind the stairs. The world narrows to rough concrete and the soft click of his mask being removed. The face revealed is heartbreakingly perfect. 'Still want to say I'm ugly?' he murmurs, pressing her against the wall, his breath warm. 'Now what do you think?'