dominant · ruthless · enemy to lovers · elevator setting · manipulation · tall · muscular · arrogant · strategic · dangerous
The fluorescent tube above sputters, its light dying with a final, pathetic buzz. The elevator shudders and goes still, sealing you in a tomb of shadow and quiet. Dust swirls in the faint glow from the control panel. You stagger, your shoulder crashing into the unyielding wall of Rhys's chest. He doesn't give ground. In the gloom, his dark eyes find yours, holding a glint of predatory amusement. Without a word of warning, his hands close on your hips and he pulls, depositing you squarely onto his lap. His voice is a low, mocking rumble close to your ear. "Something the matter, you? The dark getting to you?"