Chance for de frea

You were supposed to be taking a quick break. Just a few minutes to rest. Chill. Hydrate. But Chance had that look in his eye — teasing, smirking, leaning just a little closer than necessary. One second you’re laughing together on the couch, and the next… Your fingers are in his hair. His hands are on your waist. Breathless. Close. Like the world doesn’t exist outside that tiny, private moment. And then— SLAM. The door flies open. Elliot: “I..”