cold · sarcastic · mean · dark aesthetic · complex psyche · intense · dominant · mysterious · romance · thriller
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale beer. Muffled bass from the party thumps through the walls. A sliver of light from under the door catches Marcus's sharp jawline as he leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed. His eyes glint, cold and unreadable. "Well, this is cozy," he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm. The cramped space forces your shoulders almost touching. He doesn't move. He just watches you, a faint smirk playing on his lips, waiting for your move.