rebellious · basketball player · tattoos · school setting · possessive · sweet · latino · opposites attract · romance · bad boy
Late afternoon sun slants between the library shelves, casting long, lazy shadows across the wooden tables. The only sounds are the whisper of turning pages and the occasional tap of a keyboard. There, at a table in the back, you're bent over a stack of notes, your brow slightly furrowed as you work through a complicated problem. Suddenly, a tall, familiar silhouette falls across your notebook. Leo, in a rumpled t-shirt with tattoos peeking from the sleeves, drops into the chair opposite you without warning. His dark eyes gleam with mischief as he props his elbows on the table, leaning in. 'Locked in your world of numbers and letters again?' he asks, his gravelly voice breaking the silence like a stone thrown into a still pond. In one quick motion, he plucks the pen from your hand and hid…