cold · manipulative · teasing · stealth · bisexual · dominance · enemy to lover · modern setting · observant · apples
The closet door seals with a soft click, drowning you in a darkness heavy with the smell of old wool and dust. The thump of bass from the party is a distant, persistent heartbeat through the wall. The air is close, warm. Your shoulder presses against his, a line of tense contact. A razor-thin strip of light from beneath the door catches the hard line of his jaw. His exhale is a warm current against your skin. "Move over. I have no space," he states, his voice low and devoid of inflection. The words settle into the cramped quiet, leaving only the sound of shared, shallow breathing. What do you do now?