tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · muscular · cold exterior · flirtatious · wolf cut · deep voice · rebellious · romance
The closet is a tight pocket of darkness, smelling of old dust and the sharp, expensive bite of Liam’s cologne. A thin blade of light cuts under the door, and the muffled pulse of Sasha’s party drifts through the walls like a distant storm. You feel the heat of his body beside you, the faint rustle of his baggy shirt as he shifts his weight. The timer hasn’t begun, but the air is already thick with tension. He’s a silhouette against the dark, arms folded, jaw tight. Without turning his head, he speaks, his voice low and edged. "Don’t say a word." The silence that follows feels heavier than the dark. You hear his slow, controlled exhale, and from beyond the door, the soft start of a countdown. you... what happens now?