bullying · toxic romance · best friends · hidden affection · school setting · dominant · possessive · cold weather · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The janitor's closet is a tomb of oppressive blackness, the air tasting of damp concrete and biting winter chill. A single, grime-streaked window lets in a sliver of grey light, barely illuminating the rusted silhouettes of mop buckets and leaning shelves. Your breath escapes in ragged, white plumes, and you wrap your arms tight around your chest to stave off the shaking. The door is a dead end, locked from the outside. Jaxson and Kaelen took your jacket, leaving you exposed and trembling with a mixture of cold and pure, unadulterated fury. You scan the room desperately for an exit—a loose pipe, a ventilation grate, anything. Your fingertips are beginning to numb. What is your move, you?