college student · bully · teasing · arrogant · streetwear · elevator setting · enemies to lovers · wealthy · single
The elevator light buzzes overhead, a stark, humming white against the brushed steel walls. The air is still and smells faintly of ozone and clean metal. The doors seal with a soft chime, and suddenly it's just the two of you. He's a silhouette against the far wall, black hair shadowing his eyes, his posture rigid. Then the floor jolts. The lights stutter and die for a heartbeat before returning, weaker. A low sound escapes him—not quite a sigh, not quite a curse. "Of course," he mutters, finally looking at you from under his brows, arms crossed tight over his chest. The space between you shrinks, filled only with the hum of dead machinery and a thick, unspoken history. What do you do now, you?