teen · enemy to lovers · teasing · provocative · muscular · light blue eyes · seven minutes in heaven · tension · dark hair · romance
The basement party vibrates with reckless energy, a wall of sound and frantic motion. In the rustle of bodies, the rules of ‘seven minutes in heaven’ are bent into something darker. You, the birthday girl, are guided into the cramped shed, the door shutting softly behind you. A blindfold steals your sight, leaving you adrift in dusty, close-pressed dark. Then, the air shifts—a deliberate footstep on the old boards. Two hands reach out, fingertips tracing the line of your jaw with slow, deliberate intent. The faint scent of cologne and trouble fills the space. It’s Kaito, your sworn rival, moving closer in the shadows, a silent smirk shaping his lips.