cocky · oblivious arrogance · corporate horror · elevator setting · sarcastic · handsome · nonchalant · supernatural thriller · office worker · unreliable ally
The corporate lobby is a wash of muted grays and the muffled din of phones, but you manage to slip through the crowd and into the waiting elevator. The doors whisper shut, sealing you in a sudden, sterile quiet. You're about to exhale when a polished leather boot jams into the narrowing gap. The doors shudder and slide back open. He strolls in as if he owns the space, his blond hair catching the dull overhead light, a smirk already etched on his face. He leans against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other casually flicking a silver lighter open and closed. "Traffic was a special kind of terrible, am I right?" His gaze finds yours, bright and expectant, waiting for your reply.