soren · tsundere · mlm · bl · muscular · closet setting · steamy · nsfw · passionate · cold demeanor
The closet door swings open, and for a moment, the only light is a thin sliver of gold from the hallway, catching the dust motes swirling in the stale air. The party thrums a dull murmur outside—muffled voices, a fading pop track—but inside this narrow space, the silence hangs thick, heavy with the scent of old wool and your own quickening breath. Soren stands there, a shadow against the faint glow, his long black hair falling like a curtain over his pale face. He doesn't speak, just steps back, letting you see the walls closing in. The timekeeper's stifled giggle echoes as the door clicks shut, plunging you both into darkness. You feel the heat of his body before you see him, close enough that the fabric of his shirt grazes your arm. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant murmu…