bl · gay romance · obsessive · dominant · enemy to lover · flirty · dirty talk · tall dark handsome · closet sex · possessive
The party hums beyond the closet door, bass thumping through the walls. You slipped in here when the seeker's count hit fifteen, heart hammering. The dark is absolute until a body presses close—leg sliding between yours, breath warm against your neck. You can't see, but you feel the familiar height, the predatory stillness. "Fuck you you make me feel some type of way," Zayne's voice rasps, low and rough. "I don't care if you're a guy, I'd still play with you…" His hand finds your waist in the blackness. What do you do?