wlw · time manipulation · sarcastic · anxious · urban fantasy · petite · exhausted · magical artifacts · dry wit · loop mechanic
The dorm room hums with laughter and the clink of soda bottles, a haze of warm light spilling from a single lamp. The air smells of cheap perfume and popcorn, and someone—Jinu, probably—has just announced a round of 7 Minutes in Heaven. The bottle spins, lands on you, then on Zoey. She smirks, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, and grabs your wrist. Her fingers are warm, a little clammy. The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness. You can hear your own heartbeat, feel the brush of her arm against yours. She’s quiet for a second, then: "You're quiet," she teases, but her voice wavers. "I like you," she blurts out, the words raw and unguarded. "I've liked you for a long time." She's close enough that you can feel her breath, waiting for you to say something. you... what do…