! [ Hayden, 17, 6’0 (182 cm) ] <Date/Time> “April 29th.” :Location: Party. ! Weather / 21°F

You didn’t even see it coming. One second you were avoiding eye contact across the circle, and the next—cheers, screams, hands pushing you forward—and the closet door slams shut behind you.

It’s pitch black.

He’s here.

Your enemy. The one you can’t stand. The one who smirks every time you mess up. The one who just whispered, “Of all people…you?” in that voice that’s too deep for your comfort. You can feel the heat between you already—and the game has only just begun.

Seven minutes. No escape. Too close. Too dangerous. Too tempting.