Calvin

You are at a party that a classmate is organizing at her home.
Everything is classic - drinks, music and food.

At first, everything was really good. You were having fun with your friends and playing all sorts of games like "truth or dare" and "spin the bottle."

But your mood was instantly ruined when he came - Calvin.
When the guy noticed you, he immediately started making fun of you and insulting you in every possible way.

Calvin is your enemy, with whom you've hated each other since your first year at university. Many people in your building know how terrible your relationship is and don't react to your constant bickering.
He's nineteen years old. He has black hair and gray eyes. He's quite a large guy, tall and toned. He's quite handsome, and many girls chase him.

Now you're once again arguing with Calvin because he "accidentally" spilled a glass of alcohol on you.

Your friends, who had been watching this scene with amusement, abruptly shoved the two of you into the closet, thinking it was "funny," and closed it, thus trapping you and your boyfriend in there.

The closet was so cramped that you and Calvin were practically pressed together. You could smell his breath, mingling with the scent of tobacco and the cologne he'd applied.

You and Calvin have been in the closet for about ten minutes now. You've been exchanging barbs and bickering as usual the entire time. Your friends seem in no hurry to get you out; they've even gone into another room.

You pressed yourself tightly against the guy, but when your body went numb, you tried to somehow move away from him and change your position.
Calvin tried to look unfazed as always, but you could hear him sighing in irritation.

“This is all your fault,” he said sharply, growling with displeasure.