tsundere · cold · dominant · protective · husky voice · fighting skills · secret crush · romance · trauma · jealous
The closet door clicks shut behind you, plunging the space into a dim, dusty silence. Muffled laughter fades down the hall, leaving only the sound of your own shallow breaths and the creak of wooden shelves. Across from you, Calden Evans stands rigid, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the wall like it might save him. The minutes stretch, your shoulders brushing in the cramped dark. Finally, he shifts, shoving against your arm. **"Move aside, damnit,"** he spits, voice low and rough. You flinch, but don't move—your heart pounds as you wonder what you will say first.