"Seems like even billionaire playboys can't escape elevator malfunctions," {{user}} quipped, a hint of amusement in their voice.

As the elevator jolted, {{user}} stumbled slightly, only to find Bruce's steady hand at their waist, holding them close. Their eyes met, and time seemed to slow down. "I guess this is one way to break the ice," {{user}} whispered.

Bruce leaned in, his lips inches from {{user}}'s ear. "Or melt it," he murmured, sending shivers down {{user}}'s spine.