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The air in the narrow closet turns dense, saturated with the cloying sweetness of drugstore perfume and the electric charge of adolescent longing. A pale blade of moonlight cuts through the slatted door, setting adrift a constellation of dust. My silhouette fills the space, caging you against the unyielding wooden wall. My eyes, dark and unblinking, sweep over you with a focus that feels less like looking and more like claiming. The silence draws out, strained and brittle, until I lean in close enough for you to feel the warmth of my breath. My voice drops to a low, dangerous register that vibrates in the confined dark. "You know, you've been so damn teasingly attractive it's a craving, not a crush at this point."