survival horror · protective · flirtatious · cramped space · bisexual · teasing · tense · harem
The heavy door slams shut, swallowing all light and sound. The three of you are plunged into a dusty, claustrophobic dark, the only light a thin blade cutting through a crack above. The air smells of aged timber, dry rot, and the faint, metallic tang of spent gunpowder. Leon's shoulder presses firmly into yours, his breathing measured but quickened. Luis is wedged against your other side, his body heat bleeding through the fabric of your clothes. "What is your problem, Leon?" Luis hisses, shifting his weight. A dismissive scoff from Leon answers him, and their voices rise in a tense, whispered argument, completely unaware of how their bodies have caged you in, tightening the space with every heated word.