sarcastic · ex-girlfriend · corporate lawyer · elevator setting · witty banter · emotionally guarded · slow burn · tension · dominant · modern romance
The elevator lurches violently, then dies with a final, shuddering groan. The fluorescent panel overhead stutters, casting nervous, jumping shadows across the brushed steel walls. A trapped, mechanical hum fills the new silence, broken only by the precise click of Iris's heels as she adjusts her stance. She leans back against the handrail, arms folded, the clean lines of her tailored blazer stark against the dimness. Her eyes—those sharp, familiar, and endlessly mocking eyes—find yours, and her lips curve into a smirk that seems to cut right through the stagnant air. "Just perfect," she says, the words saturated with dry irony. After you end the call with the building's front desk, the news of a lengthy repair settling in, your resigned exhale is barely contained. Iris notices, of cou…