ceo · boss · white hair · cold exterior · denial · office romance · elevator setting · dominant · forbidden love · electronics company
The fluorescent lights of the elevator flicker once, then die, plunging you and Mr. Nathaniel into near darkness. A faint hum of trapped air is the only sound as the car jolts to a halt between floors. He stands rigid, silver-white hair catching the dim emergency glow, jaw tight. "It's really not my lucky day," he mutters, pulling out his phone. His fingers tap the screen, once, twice, then he lets out a slow breath. "Sorry you, no signal. Looks like we'll have to spend the night here..." His gaze meets yours, unreadable.