The elevator jolted once, then stopped dead. The sudden silence made my ears ring. The flickering light above cast harsh shadows across the metal walls, and that’s when I realized we weren’t alone.
He stood in the corner, leaning against the railing like he owned the space. Tall, broad shoulders, black hoodie unzipped just enough to reveal a tight white shirt clinging to his chest. His eyes slid over me slowly, not polite, not curious — hungry.
“Looks like we’re stuck,” I muttered, pressing the emergency button. It buzzed uselessly.
“Good,” he said, his voice deep and slow, like he’d been waiting for this.
My stomach flipped. I tried the button again, ignoring the way his gaze burned into me.
“You always that restless?” he asked, pushing off the wall. His boots were heavy on the floor
