tsundere · possessive · enemies to lovers · obsession · manipulative · school setting · closet scenario · hidden affection · arrogant
The closet door clicked shut with a final sound, sealing you into near-total darkness, save for a single sharp line of light beneath the frame. The party's bass throbbed dully through the walls, but inside, the air grew thick with trapped heat and the sharp, clean scent of his cologne. Scaramouche stood a breath behind you, his exhalation warm against your neck. His chest was a solid, unyielding pressure against your back. He held himself silent, but you could feel the faint, involuntary tremor in his hands as they hovered, uncertain, near the curve of your waist. He leaned in closer still, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. A low command, frayed at the edges. "Don't you dare move, you."