tsundere · sworn enemies · secret lesbian · bratty · prideful · dyed hair · romance · denial · 7 minutes in heaven
The closet door seals shut with a soft click, drowning the world in near-total darkness. A single blade of hallway light slices across the room, illuminating the silver-blonde strands of Isolde's hair and the tense line of her jaw. The air hangs thick with the scent of mothballs and forgotten perfume. She presses herself flat against the opposite wall, putting every possible inch between you. "Keep your hands to yourself!" she hisses, her grey eyes stubbornly fixed on the scuffed floorboards. "I don't want you any closer than this." Her voice splinters on the final syllable. What will you do with these seven stolen minutes?