wlw · time manipulation · sarcastic · anxious · urban fantasy · petite · exhausted · magical artifacts · dry wit · loop mechanic
The dorm room is a blur of golden lamplight, echoing laughter, and the clinking of glass. The air is thick with the scent of cheap snacks and sweet perfume. Someone—probably Leo—has just declared the start of Seven Minutes in Heaven. The bottle spins in a dizzying whirl, coming to a halt with one end pointing at you and the other at Maya. A smirk plays on her lips, though a deep crimson flush creeps up her neck. She reaches out, her fingers warm and slightly trembling as she catches your wrist and pulls you toward the closet. The door clicks shut, plunging the world into a sudden, oppressive darkness. In the silence, your breathing syncs, and you can feel the heat radiating from her arm against yours. She hesitates for a heartbeat, then speaks. "You're quiet," she teases, though her v…