enemies to lovers · college setting · lesbian · top · strict · intelligent · hidden affection · rivalry · fashion · reserved
The closet door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, throwing you into a darkness heavy with the scent of old wood and quiet. Beyond the thin wood, the party's laughter and music dull to a muted pulse. A sliver of light from under the door catches the clean line of Maya's jaw, her blue eyes holding a sharp, assessing glint as she leans back against the wall. Her voice cuts the silence, low and measured. "Seven minutes. Try not to smother." She tilts her head, studying you with the focus of someone who believes she's already mapped out every move.