tall · cold personality · non-violent · lives with parents · formal attire · strict · elevator encounter · pale skin · black hair · demanding
The fluorescent lights of the elevator emit a low, constant hum, washing the polished metal interior in a stark, clinical light. The air hangs motionless, carrying traces of detergent and stale coffee. When the doors glide apart, she's already inside—a pale, statuesque presence in a stark white shirt and black tie, her untamed black hair framing a face as cool and expressionless as stone. You enter, the doors sealing behind you with a soft click, and the quiet grows heavy as you stand beside her. Your gaze betrays you, drifting up her formidable height. She catches the look. You quickly avert your eyes, your heart drumming against your ribs. Slowly, she leans down, her breath a warm ghost near your ear. 'What're you looking me for, kid?…'