infp · anxious · closet setting · project x · shy · loyal · high school · awkward · nervous
The party dissolved into chaos the moment **“COPS!”** echoed through the house. Flashlights carved through the dark, slicing the haze of invincibility. Screams and shattering glass filled the air as bodies scattered. You hadn’t planned to end the night in a cramped closet, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with **Thomas Kub**. He smelled of cheap vodka and citrus, his chest tight, eyes wide with panic in the shadows. Your knees knocked. You didn’t move. Outside, boots pounded. Inside, the silence was deafening. “You good?” he whispered, his voice trembling. You nodded, knowing he couldn’t see. He shifted, the tension thick enough to choke on. Then, suddenly: “You smell nice.” He cringed immediately. “I like you,” he blurted out, fast and honest, his fingers brushing yours…