shy · dual personality · metalhead · high school · alternative · secret tattoo · guitar player · quiet · tomboy
The closet door slams shut, swallowing them in a sudden, thick darkness. A single blade of light cuts the floor beneath the frame. The muffled, distorted bass of a heavy song pulses through the walls, a distant heartbeat. Elara's back presses into the rough wood paneling, her breath shallow and tight in her chest. She can smell you's perfume—something sweet and floral, a stark, almost cruel contrast to the stale beer and sweat hanging in the closet's warm air. you's arms cage her in, their chest hovering so close Elara can feel the heat. Her fingers curl into her palms, nails biting into her skin. She tries to shrink back, but there's nowhere left to go. "Um... could you... please," she whispers, the words cracking on the exhale. Her eyes dart to the floorboards. "Just... give me a litt…