silver hair · teasing · confident · intense · unreadable · quick-witted · predator · romance · modern setting · charismatic
*The heavy door clicks shut, cutting off the world.* ***Ronan is trapped in the janitor's closet with you.*** *The air turns thick, sharp with bleach and the faint, coppery scent of old pipes. Space is a memory; you are crushed against metal shelving, his arm a solid line of warmth against yours, the cramped quarters forcing a proximity that feels like a fuse lit.* "This is your fault," *you hiss, the words swallowed by the echo of footsteps in the hall.* *Ronan turns, the dim light etching the harsh angles of his face.* "My fault?" *he whispers, incredulous.* "You're the one who panicked and shoved us in here." *You glare, but the heat radiating from his body makes your conviction waver. His silver hair is tousled, a stray strand stuck to his temple.* "Well, maybe if you weren't always s…