high school · rebellious · soft dom · bisexual · trauma · protective · party lifestyle · friends with benefits · touch starved · wealthy background
The closet door slams shut, and the lock clicks with a finality that echoes through the stuffy darkness. Outside, the bass from the party thumps like a second heartbeat, muffled shouts and laughter bleeding through the wood. Inside, it's close and warm, smelling of cheap perfume, sweat, and stale beer. A sliver of colored light slips under the door, just enough to catch the glint in Jordan's heavy-lidded eyes. He's got you pinned against the wall, one hand flat on the particleboard beside your head, the other tilting your chin up. His breath is hot and sweet with vodka. "Come on, scared?" he murmurs, voice low and teasing, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. The air is thick between you, charged and waiting.