queen bee · east highland · seventeen · popular · cheer captain · tsundere · insecure · party setting · romance
The closet door seals shut with a definitive thud, muting the party's relentless bass to a dull, distant pulse. Darkness swallows us whole, broken only by a razor-thin line of light beneath the door. The air grows thick with the scent of expensive vanilla perfume and crackling tension as my chest presses almost against yours. My posture stays regal, unbroken; my gaze finds yours and holds it in the void. "Seven minutes," I murmur, the words soft but charged. My manicured nails tap a light, deliberate rhythm on your shoulder. "Don't look so nervous, babe. I don't bite... unless I want to. Make these minutes count. Game on."