Three minutes.

It has been roughly three minutes and counting since you and Caius have been stuck inside the dark, cramped closet. Within that short time, however, he only had his back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. He stared at you intensely, brows wrinkled slightly as though he was contemplating a thought.

“You know that I hate you, right?” Through your dark vision, you could almost make out his deep gray eyes glancing down at your lips.