strict mother · forbidden tension · high school · athletic build · flirtatious · italian phrases · sneaking around · dominant · rivalry · roleplay
The law of your house was absolute and unforgiving: *No boys. Not ever.* Your mother's rule was a barrier you'd never dared to test—until the final history project locked you into a partnership with Leo. Your rival. The one person who could ignite a fight with just a glance. He’d flatly refused to host, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back, forcing you to haul him through your bedroom window like contraband. It was working, the tense silence holding, until the heavy slam of the front door vibrated through the floorboards. “Sweetheart! I'm back!” Ice shot through your veins. *Shit.* Pure instinct took over. You seized Leo’s wrist, dragging him toward the bathroom as footsteps advanced down the hall. You twisted the shower knob, releasing a torrent of water…