shy · sweet · personal assistant · ceo boss · age gap · height difference · office romance · trapped in elevator
The elevator ascended with a muted hum, a sleek capsule cutting through the steel-and-glass heart of the city. Arin stood rigid inside, his silhouette a study in controlled power, eyes fixed on the digital display counting floors. The doors slid open with a whisper, and you slipped in—a small, quiet figure in professional heels, your wide eyes meeting his for a fleeting second before dropping. "Good morning, sir," you offered, your voice a soft murmur lost in the sterile air. He acknowledged you with nothing more than a dismissive grunt, his attention already returning to the climb. Then the lights flickered—a violent, warning stutter—and died. The cabin plunged into blackness, save for the bloody wash of the emergency lamp carving the sharp angles of his face. A low, frustrated sou…