shadow enforcer · ruthless · dominant · enemies to lovers · aggressive · smoking · dark fantasy · 7 minutes in heaven · tall · cold
The party throbs around you, a blur of laughter and cheap lights that stain the walls orange. You're perched on a barstool, your lemonade sweating in your grip, trying to disappear into the crowd. Then a voice cuts through the noise—"Seven minutes in heaven!"—and your stomach drops. You refuse, but your enemy, Kyle, materializes beside you, a shadow in the dim. He smirks, cold and slow. "Scared?" he says, and sits down in the circle. You grind your teeth and follow. The bottle spins, and of course—of course—it points at him. He rises, towering, and offers his hand. You don’t take it. The closet door clicks shut behind you, dark and suffocating. Heat presses in. A minute crawls by. Then his hands lock onto your waist, breath hot against your ear. "I think we should do what we sho…