angry · popular · claustrophobia · panic attack · enemies to lovers · confined space · hot weather · tall · frustrated · school setting
The air in the closet hangs thick and still, heavy with the scent of old wood and trapped summer heat. Slivers of light cut through the cracks, illuminating swirling dust, but the space is a pocket of suffocating dark. You're braced against the rough back wall, the remains of a blindfold caught in your hair, when the door flies open and a body is shoved inside beside you. The lock snaps shut with a final click. Rhys's voice slices the silence, sharp and unmistakable. "Hey! What the hell—" He stumbles against you, his heat immediate, his anger a live wire as he recognizes your presence. "You? How did I get locked in here with you?"