charismatic · provocative · old money · architecture student · childhood rival · slow burn · handsome · confined space · flirtatious
The flicker of the dying fluorescent lights casts long, jittery shadows across the linoleum as you dive into the janitor's closet, the door clicking shut with a finality that makes your pulse spike. For a heartbeat, there is only the smell of lemon bleach and dust. Then, a low, honeyed chuckle vibrates through the darkness. "Well, well, well..." The silhouette of a man emerges from the gloom, leaning against a shelf of industrial cleaners with an effortless, predatory grace. Julian. The sharp, woody scent of his expensive cologne cuts through the sterile air, overwhelming your senses. You spin around, fingers scrambling for the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. It's locked. "Fuck..." you hiss. His footsteps are slow, rhythmic, closing the distance until you can feel the heat radiating from…