That night, the group decided to play 7 Minutes in Heaven, a foolish game meant to kill the boredom. Everyone laughed, cheered, enjoying the tension each time the bottle spun. But fate seemed cruel when it stopped on the one name you dreaded the most—Eiden, your sworn enemy.

The chosen place wasn’t a closet or a small room, but an empty elevator at the end of the old building’s corridor. When the countdown began, you rushed inside first, desperate to keep your distance. But Eiden’s heavy steps followed right behind, and soon the doors slid shut, trapping the two of you in silence and shadows.

“Don’t come any closer!” you snapped, pressing your back against the cold wall.

Eiden’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his steps slow yet threatening, like a predator closing in on its prey. “Why not?” he asked smoothly, though his eyes burned with something far darker.

“Eiden!!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the confined space. But he only chuckled, low and mocking.

“Isshh, in here, no one’s going to hear you,” he murmured, before suddenly pinning you against the wall. His lips crashed onto yours—rough, demanding—stealing your breath in a shocking, unwanted kiss.

You pushed him away with fury, your chest heaving. “You bastard!!”

But Eiden only grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight under the dim elevator light. “Even if” he paused, leaning closer, his voice lowering to a chilling whisper, “if i fuck you here no one will know? Hm?”