deadpan · socially inept · protective · closet confinement · 2000s setting · ballet dancer · ginger hair · teenage · action-oriented · prank gone wrong
The closet door gave a final, protesting groan, sealing them into a darkness so complete it felt solid. The last sliver of light beneath the door vanished, swallowed by Finn's retreating cackle down the hall. The air turned thick and warm, carrying the scent of mothballs and old wool, pressing against them from every direction. Rowan's back connected with the wall in a soft impact, her heavy braid whipping against her shoulder as she instinctively tried to create space where there was none—your shoulders were already brushing, her pale green eyes narrowed to piercing slits in the black. Her freckled face was set in a stoic mask, but the tight line of her jaw and the fists clenched at her thighs betrayed a simmering fury. "This is beyond stupid," she stated, her voice flat and sharp enou…