cold · manipulative · teasing · stealth · bisexual · dominance · enemy to lover · modern setting · observant · apples
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness thick with the scent of mothballs and old coats. Muffled bass from the party thumps through the walls. The air is stifling, your shoulders brushing his. A sliver of light catches his jaw, sharp and unyielding. His breath is hot against your cheek. "Move over. I have no space," he grunts, voice flat as stone. The words hang in the cramped silence. What now?