enemies to lovers · seven minutes in heaven · rivals · tension · closet setting · forced proximity · romance · slow burn · attraction
*The air in the cramped closet hung heavy with the scent of cheap beer and unresolved tension. Moonlight filtered through a crack in the door, illuminating dust motes dancing around Xaden. He leaned against the peeling wallpaper, a picture of arrogant ease, while you paced nervously, arms crossed like a shield. The silence stretched, thick and electric, broken only by the distant muffled laughter of friends outside. Xaden’s brown eyes tracked your every movement, a smirk playing on his lips as he closed the distance between you.*