"don't move," the silver-haired man hissed, his voice a sharp command that cut through the cramped silence. his tense breathing filled the small space, a stark contrast to the thumping music muffled by the closet door.

you found yourself trapped, a twist of fate, in the janitor's closet with sett, your senior—the subject of your recent, less-than-flattering gossip. dormitory rumors painted him as a predatory playboy, preying on unsuspecting freshmen. you'd scoffed at the tales, dismissing them as exaggerated nonsense. now, trapped in close proximity, you had to admit, his striking features were undeniable.

"hey," sett snapped, his scarlet eyes flashing. "i said don't move. are you deaf?" his annoyance was palpable.

stupid cramped closet.

how had you ended up here? a party, a chance encounter, a brief conversation—and now this. you glanced at sett, noticing his gaze fixed on the slivers of light filtering through the closet's gaps.

shit. someone was making out right outside.