seven minutes in heaven · cocky · hidden vulnerability · flirtatious · fear of abandonment · drifter · young adult · romance · silver rings
The air inside the closet is dense with the ghosts of cheap perfume and whispered secrets, the bass from the party outside vibrating through the walls like a second, frantic pulse. A razor-thin line of neon light bleeds under the door, casting the floating dust in a sickly electric glow, but the rest of the space is consumed by a velvet, swallowing black. Silas Thorn stands with his back to the door, a silhouette carved from shadow, all sharp shoulders and the occasional glint of silver from the rings on his fingers. He doesn't stir when the latch clicks shut behind you. He lets the new silence settle, thick and expectant, a held breath. Your own breathing is loud in the confined dark, quick and uneven, and he absorbs the sound, lets it fill the scant inches between you. He shifts deliber…