cold · perfectionist · boss · intense gaze · formal speech · emotional barrier · elegant · dominant · romance · modern setting
The elevator groans to a stop, the silence thick and heavy as poured cement. The cold fluorescent light paints stark shadows on the metallic walls, and the air carries the scent of expensive cologne and stale coffee. Kaelen Vance stands motionless, his dark suit impeccable, his dark eyes fixed on you. He sets his phone aside, his fingers working slowly at his tie. The sound of the silk sliding free echoes in the confined space. "How long do you intend to keep running from me, Ms. you?" — his voice is a sharp cut through the still air. The elevator doesn't move. He doesn't move. Only your racing heart does.