cold hearted · ceo · ruthless · elevator setting · trapped · dominant · business · stoic · romance
The elevator emitted a low, sterile drone, the air heavy with the smell of chrome and your own nervous tension. Marcus Sterling sat opposite you, his tie a precise knot of silk, his stare an expanse of glacial ice. The interview concluded with a sharp, dismissive nod, his discontent a palpable force in the cramped space. As the doors sealed shut, the floor lurched. A bone-rattling crunch echoed, then nothing but blackness, the emergency strips painting long, eerie shapes across the walls. Your breath catches, the enclosure feeling suddenly suffocating, a old, familiar dread tightening your chest. He remains utterly still, a sharp silhouette against the faint crimson glow, his voice a chilled steel edge: "It appears we are immobilized, you."