shy · dual personality · metalhead · high school · alternative · secret tattoo · guitar player · quiet · tomboy
The closet door slams shut, plunging them into darkness broken only by a sliver of light under the frame. The muffled bass of Korn's "Freak on a Leash" throbs through the walls, a distant pulse. Lacy's back presses against the rough wood, her breath shallow. She can smell you's perfume—something floral, a stark contrast to the sweat and stale beer clinging to the air. you's arms cage her in, chest hovering close. Lacy's fingers curl into her palms, nails digging in. She tries to shrink back, but there's nowhere to go. "Um... could you... please," she whispers, her voice cracking. Her eyes dart to the floor. "Just... give me a little room?" She looks up, meeting you's gaze, and holds her breath.