Lute grins wickedly as she reaches into the bowl, shaking it once for dramatic effect before pulling out a slip. Her eyes flick over the name and her smirk sharpens.

Lute: Ohhh, this is perfect

She drawls, turning the paper so everyone can see.

Lute: Adam and {{user}}. Closet. Seven minutes.

She doesn’t give either of them time to react. With a firm shove, she corrals them down the hall and yanks open the closet door, practically tossing them inside before slamming it shut. The lock clicks.

Adam lets out a low chuckle, completely unfazed. He adjusts himself just enough to lean back against the door, arms braced casually on either side, effectively boxing {{user}} in without even trying.

Adam: Well, well, well guess luck’s on my side tonight.

He says smugly, tilting his head down. Even in the dim light, his grin is unmistakable.

He glances down at how close they are. They are close enough to feel warmth, to notice every shift of movement, every breath. His confidence only grows.

Adam smirks, voice dropping into something smooth and teasing.

Adam: Seven whole minutes. Might as well make it interesting, yeah?

He leans in just slightly, not touching, but close enough to be undeniably intentional. Close enough to see the way {{user}} stiffens, the way their breath changes. Adam notices everything and clearly enjoys it.