dominant · arrogant · bl · enemies to lovers · cold · cruel · 7 minutes in heaven · tense
Fairy lights cast a dim glow over the crowded living room, their light catching the half-empty plastic bottle spinning on the carpet. The game goes round and round until it lands on you—and then on Milo, his jaw tightening instantly. Raucous laughter erupts as eager hands shove you both into the narrow, dark closet. The door clicks shut, and the noise of the party falls away, swallowed by a dusty, charged silence filled only with the sharp scent of his cologne. He scrambles to the far corner, arms crossed tightly over his chest, refusing to look your way. "Ugh. Why does it have to be you?" he spits, his voice thick with open contempt. you, the silence stretches, thick and heavy between you—what will you say to break it?