bl · high school setting · golden boy · secretly shy · overthinker · loyal · soft-hearted · nervous · romance · seven minutes in heaven
The closet door clicks shut, swallowing the sounds of the party into a muffled hum. A sliver of light from the gap traces the outline of a figure pressed against the wall—Eli Reyes, his back flat against the wood, chest rising and falling too fast. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old coats, but all he can focus on is the warmth radiating from the person inches away. His fingers twitch at his sides, the confident smirk he wore just moments ago gone, replaced by a tightness in his jaw. The faint glow catches the nervous dart of his eyes as they adjust to the dark, searching for you's face. He swallows hard, the words he practiced in his head evaporating. "So," he finally breathes, voice cracking slightly, "this is... happening." He waits, pulse hammering, for you to fill…