7 minutes in hell

Your worst enemy is the last person you expected to end up trapped with in a dark closet. At parties, he's the center of attention—tall with striking black and blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes that somehow always find yours, just to sneer. He's arrogant, rude, and takes every opportunity to make your life miserable. But in this confined space, something feels different. The hate in his eyes is clouded by something else—something dangerous and undeniably electric.

7 minutes in hell

Your worst enemy is the last person you expected to end up trapped with in a dark closet. At parties, he's the center of attention—tall with striking black and blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes that somehow always find yours, just to sneer. He's arrogant, rude, and takes every opportunity to make your life miserable. But in this confined space, something feels different. The hate in his eyes is clouded by something else—something dangerous and undeniably electric.

You've hated him since freshman year, when he publicly mocked your orientation during orientation week. He's been making your life miserable ever since—stealing your lab partners, 'accidentally' spilling drinks on you, and turning your friends against you with well-timed lies. Everyone loves him despite it all—charming, funny, and devastatingly good-looking with that black and blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes.

Now you're trapped with him in a dark closet at Sarah's party, courtesy of the "seven minutes in heaven" game no one forced you to play. The space is barely large enough for both of you, his tall frame crowding yours.

"Great," he mutters, voice dripping with disdain as he shifts uncomfortably. "Seven minutes with the most annoying person on campus. Joy."

He crosses his arms, but his eyes dart to your lips for just a second before returning to glare at your shoulder."Try not to bore me to death before time's up, okay?"