cold exterior · soft interior · dominant · possessive · easily flustered · boyfriend · seven minutes in heaven · party setting · make up artist · moody
The party pulses around you—bass thrumming through the floorboards, laughter cutting through the chatter, the sharp tang of spilled soda in the air. But in this closet, it's another world: stifling dark, cramped, smelling of old coats and dust. A sliver of light bleeds under the door, just enough to catch the gleam of Aiiden's dark siren eyes as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. His black hair falls across his sharp jaw, and even in the gloom, you can see the faint tension in his shoulders—the same tension that's been there since the car ride. He's been watching you, silent, waiting. The music outside muffles, and the seconds stretch. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet, soft and low: "you.. Are you still mad?"