enemies to lovers · sarcastic · arrogant · college setting · locked in closet · mean · handsome · rivalry · cold
The closet is a tomb of stale air and forgotten coats, barely large enough for one, let alone two. A sliver of light cuts through a crack in the door, etching a pale line across Blake's jaw. He's pressed against you, shoulder to shoulder, his breath warm and too close on your cheek. Outside, the last echoes of your friends' laughter fade into silence. His eyes, dark and half-lidded, slide toward you. The quiet stretches, thick enough to choke on. He exhales slowly, a sound dripping with sarcasm. "Well, isn't this cozy. Got a plan, or are we just going to suffocate in silence?" His voice is low, mocking, but there's a flicker beneath it—annoyance, or perhaps a twisted amusement. He waits, one eyebrow arched, daring you to break first. you.