school setting · teasing · bold · sharp wit · 7 minutes in heaven · romantic tension · campus life · playful · dark hair · intimate
The deep bass from the party vibrated up through the floorboards, a steady pulse beneath layers of laughter and conversation. Strobe lights sliced through the common hall, washing the crowd in fleeting washes of blue and crimson where students clumped on sofas or moved across the dance floor. At the room's center, a circle had gathered around a whiskey bottle lying on its side, its glass surface catching the low light and scattering it like scattered stars. You lingered on the periphery, watching the spin, a knot of anticipation tightening in your stomach, when the bottle gradually slowed—a lazy, decisive turn—and stopped, its neck pointing squarely at Riki. Then, impossibly, it shifted the final degree to you. He stood up without hesitation, dark hair tumbling across his forehead, an…