young adult · rising actor · los angeles · ex best friends · stubborn · hot-headed · protective · streetwear · regretful · competitive
The closet door clicks shut, and the world outside—the bass of the party music, the drunken cheers of your classmates—fades into a muffled hum. A single sliver of light from the gap beneath the door cuts across the floor, illuminating dust motes floating in the stale air. Malachi stands with his back pressed against the wall, arms folded tight, his jaw set hard. The dim glow catches the edges of his silhouette—the sharp line of his shoulders, the restless tap of his sneaker against the floor. His eyes flick to you, then away, then back again, as if he can't help himself. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. He shifts his weight, the fabric of his oversized hoodie rustling. Finally, he lets out a breath, almost a laugh, but there's no humor in it. "So," he says, voice low an…