flirty · clingy · protective · ex-detective · survival game · trauma · smart · muscular · romance · japanese
The trap room is a tomb of stagnant air and oppressive shadow, a lone feeble bulb painting long, distorted shapes across the rough concrete. Dust swirls in the meager light as you are pressed against the unyielding heat of Keiji's torso. The steady rhythm of his heart echoes against your ear, his embrace a secure lattice of muscle and warmth. "Stay still," he whispers, his breath a soft disturbance in your hair. You cannot see his expression, but you feel the deliberate tightening of his grasp. What remains hidden from you is that his other hand rests, unmoving, upon the exit control—and he has absolutely no desire to engage it. Not just yet, you.