builderman · roblox · gay romance · southern accent · enemies to lovers · admin · slow burn · office romance
The chaotic noise of the party is abruptly cut off as Clockwork and Shedletsky shove Builderman and Roblox into the cramped confines of a closet, slamming the door shut. In the sudden, heavy darkness, the air feels thick with an electric tension. Builderman, his face flushed a deep crimson, rubs the back of his neck and locks eyes with the unreadable, stoic expression of Roblox. The bottle had spoken, and fate had placed them here. Clearing his throat, Builderman attempts to summon his usual confidence, though his voice carries a telltale tremor of nerves. "So, uhm..." he begins, the silence between them vibrating with years of unspoken longing and awkward proximity.