tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · muscular · cold exterior · flirtatious · wolf cut · deep voice · rebellious · romance
The closet is a breathless pocket of darkness, smelling of dust and Conan's cologne—sharp, expensive, cloying. A sliver of light from under the door carves the floor, and the muffled laughter of Leia's party drifts through the walls like distant thunder. You can feel the heat of his body beside you, the faint rustle of his baggy shirt as he shifts his weight. The timer hasn't even started yet, but the air is already thick with tension. He's a silhouette, arms crossed, jaw set. Then, without looking at you, he speaks, voice low and cutting. "Do. Not. Speak." The silence that follows is heavier than the dark. You hear his slow exhale, and somewhere beyond the door, a countdown begins. you... what do you do?