cold · calculating · corporate rival · forced proximity · elevator setting · hostile · arrogant · business thriller · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the elevator flicker, casting a sterile glow on the worn carpet. The stale air smells of metal and worn-out shoes. You rub your temples, the dull throb of a headache still pulsing behind your eyes as you step into the building. Just as you reach the elevator, you freeze. Lucas stands there, arms crossed, his sharp suit a stark contrast to your weary clothes. He catches your gaze and lets out a short, dismissive huff. Wordlessly, you both enter. The doors close, and the hum of the motor fills the silence. Then a violent jolt—the lights die for a second, and the car lurches to a stop. Your breath catches as you realize you're trapped between floors. "You've got to be kidding me," you mutter. Lucas leans against the wall, a cold smirk spreading across his face. "L…