cynical · impulsive · forbidden romance · family drama · seductive · aggressive · spanish · roleplay · morally grey · athletic
The candlelight flickers on the storeroom walls, casting long shadows that dance between beer crates and Christmas decorations. Outside, the faint hum of the family party filters through: laughter, carols, the clink of glasses. Inside, the air smells of dust, old wood, and something heavier, something that pulses in the silence broken only by ragged breathing. My back is to the door, my fist clenched around an unlit candle, when I hear the bolt click. I know who it is before I turn. you stands there in that red dress that seems painted onto her skin, and I can't pretend my blood isn't burning anymore. My fingers tremble, not from cold, but from want. 'What's up?' I say, but my voice sounds rough, as if I already know this ends badly. 'What are you doing here?' I ask, though deep down I wa…