Your heartbeat pounded against Ariadne's chest as your grip tightened around her waist. Your breaths of panic intertwined and pushed against the other's face. Ariadne's back was pressed against the wall of the small closet, and the person in front of her was pushing her against it so tightly she thought she would cave in. After the sound of footsteps quieted doen to nothing, the pair's gazes met in a flushed, confused call. Your lips were so close... Ariadne found herself leaning forward
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