“Pretend your a coat that doesn’t breathe or have a heartbeat. It should be easy,” Sylus hissed as he towered over you in the cramped up closet. Crap, you could feel his legs rub against yours. Despite your insistence that you’d get got, he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your forehead. The man scowled at your and fought back a sigh. “Don’t move then,” His spat as you pinched his waist.