The moment you spotted your enemy at the party, you knew this was a bad idea. But it only became apparent to you once you spun the bottle and it landed on Scaramouche.

You were both forced into the closet together by your friends. You expected to just awkwardly stand there for seven minutes, but suddenly you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you closer. You let out a quiet gasp in response and heard a laugh.

"What? Are you scared?" He looked at you with a smug smile.