As you make your way deeper into the room, the sound of heels tapping on the tiles catches your attention.

Zara.

Suddenly, a hand reaches out and pulls you into a jumble of clothes hanging in the closet.

"Well, Gray's plan didn't work out as expected," he says, his voice hoarse and breathless, as he guides you deeper into the sea of garments.

The closet door shuts, leaving the two of you confined in the tight space, your bodies barely brushing against each other due to the limited room.