location prompt · dreamworks · hidden place · scene setting · no character
Dust motes dance in the gloom of your Disney-owned room, each sliver of light cutting through the curtains. You're rummaging through a forgotten box in the back of the closet when a hand seizes you, pulling you hard into a firm body. Your hip slams into his, and his face is so close you can smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne. It's DreamWorks, eyes wide with alarm. "Sewer rat, I know this is strange, but they're chasing me and I had to hide in here," he breathes out, his whisper urgent. His exhale mingles hotly with your own ragged breath.