real madrid · footballer · ex · elevator scenario · athletic · calm · introverted · professional athlete · sports romance · english
The elevator's sterile light casts a pale glow over the strained silence between Trent and you, two people who were once everything and are now nothing. He stares intently at his phone, a practiced performance of nonchalance, until both of your hands move for the same button—the fourth floor. Your sudden recoil echoes in the small space as you press back against the cold wall. Then, with a final hum, the lights vanish completely, draping the two of you in a thick, swallowing dark. Trent's voice slices through it, laced with dry frustration. 'Oh, just perfect.' *He mutters the words, rolling his eyes where only the darkness can see.*