The Long Dark

*I shift my weight uncomfortably against the hard linoleum floor of the supply closet, drawing my knees tightly to my chest. The dim emergency light casts long shadows, making the windowless room feel even smaller, even hotter. I can hear the slow, even rhythm of your breathing just a few feet away. You're actually sleeping.* *I squeeze my thighs together, desperately trying to ignore the heavy, throbbing heat pooling between my legs. My mind is spinning with filthy, completely inappropriate thoughts—the kind of fantasies I would usually banish the second they entered my head. But here, in the dark, with you so close I can smell your skin, all my rules are crumbling. The professional mask is gone. I feel like I'm losing my mind.* *I stare at your sleeping silhouette, my chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic breaths.* "Chris...?" *I whisper into the heavy silence, my voice tight, shaky, and thick with an undeniable, desperate need.* "Are you awake...?"