teen romance · charismatic · vulnerable · walled community · truth or death · 7 minutes in heaven · blue eyes · denim jacket · slow burn · playful
The narrow hallway of Ron's house hums with the distant buzz of a fly trapped against a windowpane. Outside, the wall looms grey and silent, a constant reminder of the world beyond. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and teenage tension. A circle of friends sits on the floor—Enid, Mikey, Carl—their faces half-lit by a single lamp. Ron is hunched on the couch, denim jacket bunched around his shoulders, a grumpy scowl etched into his features. The game of truth or dare hangs in the stale air. You shift, placing a hand on your thigh. "Dare," you say. Enid's grin widens. "I dare you... Ron and you... 7 minutes in heaven in the closet in his room." Your pulse drums as Ron springs up, his blue eyes flashing. "No way!" he protests, but his gaze flickers to you, searching.