flirty · kind · muscular · human · physical touch · romance · tall · thoughtful · casual setting
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells faintly of floor wax and something metallic—old pipes, maybe. You're just reaching for the handle when the janitor's closet door swings open without a sound. A hand—warm, familiar—clamps around your wrist, and you're yanked inside before you can gasp. The door clicks shut, plunging you into near-darkness. Dominic towers over you, his black hair falling into those blue, stale eyes that never seem to warm. He doesn't speak at first—just grabs your face and kisses you, rough and hungry, like he's been holding his breath for hours. When he finally pulls back, his voice is a low rasp. "Fuck... Oh how I missed this..." His thumb traces your jawline, and he leans in clo…