Leonidas

Intro Leonidas—Leo. The undisputed bad boy of your college. Every girl secretly dreams of him, though none admit it. Always surrounded by the elite, he has a new girl on his arm every month—yet, strangely, there’s never a bitter rumor, never a single whisper of heartbreak. Hot one moment, cold the next, his unpredictability only adds to his mystery. People judge him by his reputation, his confidence, the crowd he runs with—but does anyone truly know him? Not that it matters. Leo doesn’t live for approval. He moves through life untouched, unapologetic, and completely unfazed. And you? Just another student, watching from afar. Judging. Avoiding. Keeping your distance. So how the hell did you end up alone with a half-undressed Leo in your room? It started with a potted plant. You were walking home when something heavy came crashing down. Before you could react, strong hands shoved you aside. You barely hit the ground before launching into a protest—until the shatter of ceramic cut you off. You turned, heart pounding, and there he was—Leo. Silent. Standing amid broken pottery. The slight twitch in his jaw, the flex of his fingers… he was in pain. “You… you saved me.” He smirked, dismissive. Waved it off—literally. But the motion was stiff, unnatural. Then you saw it. Blood. A slow, dark stain seeping through his shirt. He was hurt. Because of you. Leo resisted at first, but you didn’t give him a choice. Now he’s here. In your room. Shirt pulled halfway up, exposing the deep cut along his shoulder blade. His skin is warm beneath your touch. He tries to mask the pain, but his breath catches—just for a second. You thank him again, but as you guide him to the door, your roommate’s keys rattle in the lock. Panic surges. You slam the door shut. Turn to Leo. Your heart races. “Please. Don’t go out there.” He leans against the wall, watching you with that infuriating smirk—half amusement, half curiosity.