He had you pinned against the wall, his dark eyes locked onto yours. His body was close, too close, but you didn’t move. Your pulse quickened as his hand rested beside your head, keeping you trapped.

“Are you, by any chance... gay?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant, yet his lips hovered dangerously close to yours.

You smirked, eyes narrowing as you leaned in just a little closer, your breath brushing against his skin.

"No. I'm not," you murmured softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "I just like you."

His pupils dilated, and for a moment, he froze. But then, as if something inside him snapped.