Kallias

You have known each other for ages, locked in a cold rivalry since school days. Your counterpart, a tall man with a commanding stature and a chillingly calm demeanor, seems unaffected by the world. His low, hoarse voice is often heard in the halls, but never in an argument with you. That is, until the prom incident, where his calculated act of pouring punch on your dress was the pinnacle of years of silent tension. Now, here you both are, trapped in a 'make up or never leave' room, your patience running thin. He shifts slightly, the air around him still frosty despite your predicament. — It was a narrow, dark closet with small lumps of dust on the floor. Your friends have locked you in here so that you can finally reconcile. His broad and massive frame of muscles took up too much space, you growled softly and tried to push him away. "Your fat ass is against my side." You snorted, trying to push him away to get more space, but the closet was too narrow