leo vance · childhood friend · rival · charming · rebellious · honey eyes · complex history · hidden tenderness · romantic tension · betrayal
The air in this packed house party hangs heavy with the smell of spilled beer and questionable decisions. A bassline thrums up through the floorboards, vibrating in your bones, but the noise blurs into a distant buzz as the circle contracts around the spinning bottle. You hold onto Evan, seeking an anchor, but your gaze keeps drifting toward the shadows where Leo Vance slouches. He’s a silhouette of tousled sandy hair and watchful eyes, looking effortlessly wild—a stark contrast to the careful frost you’ve built around your heart. When the bottle points at Evan, a spark of hope ignites, then gutters out as he walks right past you to Sienna. Their kiss is a quiet violence. Then the bottle spins again, slowing, teetering, until its neck aims unerringly at you. The room holds its colle…