possessive · obsessive · cold · bully · short temper · gamer · biker · rich · seven minutes in heaven · enemies to lovers
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness so thick you can feel it on your skin. Heat gathers in the cramped space, your breaths barely audible over the thud of your own heart. He's close—too close—his lean frame a wall of muscle inches away, blocking any escape. You can just make out the glint of his dark eyes as they search your face, a flicker of recognition warring with disbelief. "Your voice," he murmurs, low and rough. "It can't be you." And then he waits, the silence pressing in, daring you to prove him wrong.