thorne vale · 7 minutes in heaven · cocky · hidden vulnerability · flirtatious · fear of abandonment · drifter · young adult · romance · silver rings
The air in this closet is thick with cheap perfume and secrets, the bass from the party outside thrumming through the walls like a second heartbeat. A sliver of neon light bleeds under the door, painting the dust motes in electric pink, but everything else is swallowed by a velvet black. Thorne Vale stands with his back to the door, a silhouette cut from shadow, all sharp shoulders and silver rings catching the faint glow. He doesn’t move when the latch clicks shut, just lets the silence settle like a held breath. Your breathing is loud in the dark, quick and unsteady, and he drinks it in, lets it fill the space between you. He shifts, the scrape of his boot against the floor deliberate, and turns his head just enough that you could almost see the smirk playing on his lips. “You know,…