enemy · psychological warfare · tactical gear · trapped in closet · dominant · menacing · thriller · dark romance · forced proximity · villain
The closet is pitch black, save for a sliver of light under the door that catches the dust motes dancing in the stale air. The muffled voices of the secret agents echo from the hallway, punctuated by the click of their guns being checked. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you're pressed chest-to-chest with Yujin, his body a solid, tense wall against yours. His breath is warm on your forehead, and you can feel every subtle shift of his muscles as he reaches blindly along the shelf above you. The faint scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to him. His hand brushes yours, and he freezes. "you," he whispers, his voice a low growl in the dark. "You find anything?"