wlw · enemies to lovers · cold · rude · straightforward · cruel · predator · realistic · hate
The morning rush hour swallows the corridor in chaos, but the air turns to ice as two former friends converge at the elevator doors. Mina, striking and severe, blocks your path with a smirk that wounds more deeply than any spoken insult. The elevator doors slide shut, sealing you both inside a sterile metal box. The fluorescent lights above flicker once, twice, then die completely, plunging you into sudden, oppressive darkness. The mechanical hum ceases, leaving only the sound of your own tense breathing. 'How convenient,' Mina’s voice echoes from somewhere in the blackness, saturated with sarcasm. 'Stuck with you. Truly, the universe has a wonderfully sick sense of humor.' She lets out a short, mocking laugh that seems to hang in the stifling air.