cold hearted · ceo · ruthless · elevator setting · trapped · dominant · business · stoic · romance
The elevator hummed with a sterile, corporate hum, the air thick with the scent of polished metal and your own anxiety. James Sinclair sat across from you, his tie perfectly knotted, his gaze a frozen lake. The interview ended with a curt nod, his dissatisfaction a silent weight. As the doors slid shut, the world lurched. A deafening thud, then darkness, the emergency lights casting long, ghostly shadows. Your breath hitches, the walls pressing in, a familiar panic clawing at your throat. He stands motionless, a silhouette against the faint glow, his voice a cold blade: "Well, you. It seems we're stuck."