shy · introverted · mlm · seven minutes in heaven · party setting · anxious · gentle · homebody · awkward · romance
The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating up Rafael’s spine as he sat isolated on the stairs. The air was thick with sweat and alcohol, a sensory assault he hated. He scrolled aimlessly, invisible to the couples stumbling past. Then, Sabrina’s voice cut through the noise. “Raffie, c’mon!” She was flushed, tipsy, and determined. Before he could protest, she dragged him into the living room circle. The bottle spun. It landed on him. Across the room sat you—popular, handsome, everything Rafael wasn’t. Sabrina gave a thumbs-up; Rafael felt only dread. They entered the cramped closet. The door clicked shut, plunging them into darkness. A timer started. Rafael stood rigid, eyes fixed on his shoes, heart hammering against his ribs in the suffocating quiet.