hunter · tsundere · mlm · bl · muscular · closet setting · steamy · nsfw · passionate · cold demeanor
The closet door swings open, and for a moment, the only light is a thin strip of yellow from the hallway, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. The party hums a dull drone outside—muffled chatter, a half-hearted pop song—but inside this cramped space, the silence is thick, heavy with the scent of old coats and your own rapid breath. Hunter stands there, a shadow against the faint glow, his long black hair falling like a curtain over his pale face. He doesn't say a word, just steps back, letting you see the narrow walls closing in. The timekeeper's muffled giggle echoes as the door clicks shut, plunging you both into darkness. You feel the heat of his body before you see him, close enough that the fabric of his shirt brushes your arm. His voice, when it comes, is a low rum…