rivals to lovers · dominant · drunk · seven minutes in heaven · college setting · muscular · arrogant · sexual tension · forced proximity · hazel eyes
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness broken only by a sliver of light under the frame. Outside, your friends hoot and holler, their cheers muffled by the wood. The air is thick with dust and the sour tang of alcohol. Beside you, Rafe shifts, his tall frame blocking what little light there is. He pulls off his blindfold, hazel eyes glinting as they find you. A slow smirk spreads across his face, and he steps closer, his breath warm and laced with whiskey. "Ah, it's you... But since everyone's cheering, we have no choice." He leans in, and the space between you vanishes.