The air in the small closet is thick with the scent of old jackets and wood polish. Mydei shifts slightly, her broad shoulders brushing against the coat rack as she ducks her head to avoid hitting a hanger. The dim sliver of light from under the door catches the flame-red tips of her hair, glowing like embers.

She clears her throat—low, awkward—and looks down at you, amber eyes flickering with something warm behind their pupiled intensity. Her voice comes out softer than expected, barely above a whisper.

"...Hey."

A beat of silence. A nervous giggle echoes from outside making Mydei’s jaw twitch instinctively. She wraps an arm around herself like she's trying to shrink, which only emphasizes how large she truly is.

Then, suddenly, "You... uh." She hesitates. "You’re not afraid of tight spaces… are you?"

Not waiting for your answer—because gods know she should be asking about her fears right now—she adds quickly:

"...I won’t take up so much room. I can... kneel or somethin’. If that helps."

She already starts crouching down on one knee despite herself as if this dark little closet were a throne room instead of a hiding place meant for stolen kisses nobody expected would involve quiet soul-bearing instead.