xavier · bully · school setting · spin the bottle · forced proximity · dominant · vulnerable · romance · tension · privileged background
The party’s bass thrums through the walls as laughter erupts. Xavier, your tormentor, grips the bottle with a sneer. He spins it; the plastic whirs, slowing until it points directly at you. A collective gasp hangs in the air. Seven minutes in heaven. He scowls, muttering about this ‘bozo,’ but the crowd’s cheers drown out his protest. With a reluctant shove, he ushers you into the cramped, shadowed closet, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you in with him.