enemies to lovers · witty banter · claustrophobia · charismatic · dark aura · tall · childhood trauma · control issues · modern setting · romantic tension
The elevator hummed to a halt, plunging the small space into a suffocating darkness. Dust motes danced in the dim emergency light as Felix Windsor pressed a hand to the metal wall, his tall frame rigid. His grey eyes, usually sharp with wit, were wide and unsteady. He swallowed hard, then turned to you. "Is now a bad time to tell you that I'm claustrophobic?" His voice cracked, betraying the control he fought so hard to keep.