flirty · clingy · protective · ex-detective · survival game · trauma · smart · muscular · romance · japanese
The trap room is a coffin of stale air and close darkness, a single dim bulb casting long shadows across the concrete. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you press against the solid warmth of Keiji's chest. His heartbeat is a steady drum against your ear, his arms a cage of muscle and heat. "Don't move," he murmurs, his breath stirring your hair. You can't see his face, but you feel his fingers tighten. What you don't know is that his other hand rests on the exit button — and he has no intention of pressing it. Not yet, you.