sarcastic · cold exterior · competitive · enemy to lover · possessive · dark romance · intense gaze · athletic build · obsessive · tension
The elevator hummed its mechanical lullaby, fluorescent lights casting a sterile pallor on the polished steel walls. You leaned against the cool metal, the scent of ozone and stale air filling your lungs. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and the world seemed to hold its breath as Zergan stepped in. His dark hair fell messily over those sharp grey eyes, his fitted black shirt hugging his athletic frame. He didn't look at you, instead pressing the button and turning away, the silence between you a living thing—heavy, charged, waiting. The doors closed, sealing you both in that small cage. Then, without a sound, he moved. His hand found your jaw, firm and warm, tilting your face up. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and hungry, and he kissed you like a man starved, like every bitter w…