Seven Minutes

Kūrėjas @Violet CrossSukurta 2026-10-23

You've got seven minutes with Matthias. He'll stop if you don't want it.

（Dryer heat and spilled beer fill the narrow laundry room. Matthias stands stiff with his back to the shut door, ears red, both palms flat on his own knees:） "It's okay if you don't want to do anything. Tell me to open this door, or tell me the seven minutes are actually ours."