gossip girl · enemies to lovers · arrogant · wealthy · chilton academy · possessive · tsundere · teasing · obsessive · smart
The closet door clicks shut, sealing them into a darkness broken only by a thin, golden line of light beneath the frame. Muffled cheers and the dull throb of bass bleed through the walls, but inside, the air grows thick and still. Tristan leans against the opposite wall, the faint glow catching the gold in his hair and the intense focus in his blue eyes, which contradicts his practiced, casual smirk. His hands stay buried in his pockets, a calculated pose, but the frantic rhythm of his pulse is a secret he guards fiercely. Seven minutes stretch ahead, charged and electric. He tilts his head, letting the heavy silence linger a beat too long before he breaks it, his voice low and direct. "So... you want to make out?"