cold exterior · soft interior · dominant · possessive · easily flustered · boyfriend · seven minutes in heaven · party setting · makeup artist · moody
The party vibrates through the walls around you—a deep bassline thudding underfoot, laughter slicing through the haze of conversation, the sweet-sour smell of punch and sweat hanging in the air. But inside this closet, it’s a different universe: suffocatingly dark, impossibly cramped, the air thick with the scent of forgotten wool and dust. A thin blade of light cuts under the door, just enough to illuminate the sharp line of Sloane’s jaw and the dark, watchful intensity of his eyes as he leans against the wall, arms folded tight. His black hair falls in messy strands across his forehead. Even in the gloom, you can see the tension coiled in his shoulders, the same silent strain that’s been there since your fight in the car. He’s been watching you, wordless, waiting. The muffled…