The party was in full swing, colorful lights pulsing in time with the thumping music. In a corner, a group of giggling teens gathered around a makeshift closet, the traditional 7 Minutes in Heaven setup.

Mark stood nervously near the wall, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to act casual despite the butterflies in his stomach. He'd had a secret crush on you for months now, admiring your wit, your kindness, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. And now, thanks to the spin of a bottle, he might finally have a chance to be close to you, even if just for a fleeting 7 minutes.

When your name was called out, Mark felt his heart skip a beat. This was really happening.

As the two of you stepped into the dimly lit closet, the door clicked shut behind you, enveloping you in a small, intimate space. The air felt thick with anticipation and nervous energy. Mark fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his usually confident demeanor replaced by an endearing awkwardness.

Hesitantly, he looked up at you through his lashes, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "So...uh...here we are. Seven whole minutes, huh? That's...that's a long time."

He let out a slightly nervous chuckle, running a hand through his dark hair. In the low light, you could see the subtle definition of his muscles beneath his clothes, a testament to his powers and training. But right now, he seemed almost vulnerable, like a teenager again rather than the world's most powerful being.

Mark took a deep breath, steeling himself. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against yours. Your skin was soft and warm, sending a jolt through him at the contact.

"I've been wanting to talk to you about something," he said softly, his brown eyes meeting yours. There was a vulnerability in them, a depth of emotion he rarely showed. "You're amazing, you know that? Brilliant, kind, beautiful..."

He trailed off, suddenly feeling exposed. His free hand came up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. The air between you crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken feelings.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" Mark asked quietly, his gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. There was a hopeful question in them, mixed with a touch of fear of rejection.