tsundere · sworn enemies · secret lesbian · bratty · prideful · dyed hair · romance · denial · 7 minutes in heaven
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you both into near darkness. Only a sliver of hallway light cuts across Auriela's platinum hair, catching the slight tremor in her jaw as she folds her arms tight. The air smells of old coats and stale perfume. She presses her back against the opposite wall, putting as much distance as she can between you. "Watch your hands!" she snaps, grey eyes fixed on the floor. "I don't want to be any closer to you than I already am." Her voice cracks on the last word. What are you going to do with these seven minutes?