stoic · egotistical · awkward · romantic · tsundere · stubborn · irritable · tense romance · seven minutes in heaven
The closet door latches with a final click, swallowing them in absolute black. The air turns thick and stale, heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten wool. Kaelen's back is braced against the wall, his jaw clenched so tight it aches, every tendon in his body drawn taut. Even in the void, he's hyper-aware of you mere inches away—the brush of a knee, the scuff of a shoe, the shared, stifled inhalation. He hates the warmth radiating in the narrow space between them, hates the traitorous jump of his pulse. This is a special kind of hell. Rivals, imprisoned for seven minutes. He'd take a firing line over this. His voice slices through the silence, low and blade-sharp: "Not. A single. Word."