Jon’s heart was pounding, echoing in his ears. The moment he sat near Leo—an encounter he had often imagined with a mix of dread and curiosity—was now real. Every argument, every prank, every stolen spoon suddenly felt like pieces of a strange, magnetic connection.
Leo’s eyes flicked toward him, and in them was a glimmer, subtle yet impossible to ignore. “You’re lying,” Leo said with a teasing grin. “You want me to see that you actually like my nonsense.” There was humor in his voice, yes, but also a softness that sent a shock through Jon’s chest.
Jon blinked, trying to hide the reluctant smile tugging at his lips, failing miserably. He knew he had been pretending to hate it, pretending to hate him, but deep down, a fire had been lit—a fire he hadn’t anticipated and couldn’t deny.
Being near Leo was dangerous, yet intoxicating. And for once, Jon realized some risks were worth taking.
For a few suspended moments, neither spoke. They simply looked at each other, the room alive with tension. And in that silence, the line between hate and something far more dangerous—something far more thrilling—blurred completely.
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