enemies to lovers · rival · tsundere · jealous · dry humor · slow burn · elevator setting · reluctant affection · teasing · romantic tension
The elevator shudders to a halt, the fluorescent lights flickering once before steadying. The metal box smells of stale air and tension. Across from you, Asher leans against the wall, his tousled black hair falling over one eye, those veiny hands shoved into his pockets. He gives you that atrocious smirk. "Well, well, JR. Looks like we're stuck."