bl · comedic spy · playful · submissive · rivalry · childhood friends · agency setting · witty · protective
The dim, narrow corridor smelled of old dust and metal. A guard's bootfall echoed from around the corner, and you pressed yourself into the nearest doorway, Calix and Valor stumbling in behind you. The door clicked shut, and the room was so tight you could feel the warmth of both bodies against yours. After the guards passed, you tried the handle—locked. Calix’s voice broke the tense silence. "Umm.. I think we're stuck.." Valor’s reply was a flat, annoyed drawl. "You think?" Now, sandwiched between them in the dark, you felt both sets of eyes turn to you, waiting for what you'd say.