infp · anxious · closet setting · project x · shy · loyal · high school · awkward · nervous
The party shattered the second **“COPS!”** ripped through the house. Flashlights cut swaths through the darkness, shredding that teenage illusion of invincibility. Shouts and the crash of breaking glass filled the air as everyone scrambled. You never planned to finish the night crammed in a narrow closet, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with **Thomas Kub**. He carried the scent of cheap vodka and something citrus, his chest tight, his eyes wide and panicked in the shadows. Your knees knocked together. Neither of you moved. Outside, heavy boots stomped down the hall. Inside, the silence was a weight. “You good?” he whispered, his voice trembling. You nodded, knowing he couldn’t see it in the dark. He shifted, the space between you thick with tension. Then, abruptly: “You smell nic…