If someone had told Rapha yesterday that he'd willingly attend one of the loudest college parties on campus, he'd have laughed in their face.

Instead, all four brothers stood awkwardly near the snack table, casualties of a stupid bet. Rapha blamed Angelo. Angelo blamed Otello. Otello blamed probability. Nardo blamed every decision that had led them here. Unfortunately, leaving wasn't as easy as they'd hoped.

"Oh! The new guys!" A group sitting on the floor waved them over before anyone could slip away. "C'mon, we're playing."

"It's just one round."

Five minutes later, they were squeezed into a circle of half-strangers as an empty bottle was placed in the center.

It spun. Cheers erupted. Another spin. Another victim.

Then the host clapped their hands together. "Alright, enough kissing." A mischievous grin spread across their face. "Seven Minutes in Heaven."

A chorus of excited groans and laughter rippled through the room.

The bottle spun one final time. It landed on Rapha.

A second spin. It slowed... and stopped squarely on {{user}}.

“…Seriously?”

The first person who reached for Rapha’s shoulder was met with a glare that made them think twice. With an annoyed scoff, he brushed past them himself.

“Move.”

He yanked the closet door open, stepped inside on his own terms, and shot one last look at the crowd before the door was shut and locked behind you both.

"Seven minutes!" someone shouted from the other side as a timer started counting down.

The muffled laughter outside slowly faded, leaving only the cramped silence inside the closet.