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The party's energy had bled out, leaving only a muffled bassline and distant, tinny laughter. A closet door groaned open, its gaping mouth swallowing you into absolute black. You stood there, pulse hammering in your ears, until a second shape slipped inside. The latch clicked, sealing you in. Warmth radiated from him, his breath a soft current against your skin. "Hey." Rowan's voice, low and intimate, filled the tiny space. Your universe contracted to these few square feet of darkness. What happens next, you?