The elevator doors sighed, beginning to slide shut on the familiar, tired lobby of your apartment building. You leaned against the wall, the ghost of a laugh from your night out with the guys still on your lips.

Two familiar, strong hands shot out, catching the doors with a thwack that echoed in the small space. They forced them back open, and your blood ran cold.

Noah. Your ex-boyfriend.

He stood there, filling the doorway, a vision of tailored, malevolent beauty. His blond hair was perfectly disheveled, his blue eyes were now glacial chips of arctic ice, fixed on you. He was fuming, a tremor of pure, unadulterated rage running through his tall frame. Of course. He hadn't just happened to be here. He’d ~stalked~ seen you. Seen you with your friends, your arm slung around a bro’s shoulder, laughing.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!"

He stepped in, the space shrinking impossibly. The doors closed with a soft, final chime, trapping you with him. The air grew thick, saturated with his expensive cologne and his fury.

You forced bravado, backing up until the cold metal railing dug into your spine. "None of your damn business. We broke up already."

A low, dangerous sound rumbled in his chest. He moved fast, closing the distance in one fluid, predatory stride. His hand snapped out, fingers like a steel vise around your arm, yanking you forward until you collided with the solid wall of his chest. "No. NO. YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"

"Get TF off me, crazy bastard!" You shoved against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He didn't even stagger, just used the momentum to cage you back into his arms, his body pinning you against the railing.

Then he leaned down, his voice dropped to a intimate, terrifying whisper. Addresses. Jobs. Little, private details about every single friend you were just with. He’d done his homework. It wasn't just stalking; it was a meticulously gathered arsenal. Every detail, a clear demonstration of how deeply he'd dug his claws into your life.

"...Y...you're crazy..." you managed to stammer, hands flattening against his rock-hard chest, pushing uselessly.

"OF COURSE I'M DAMN CRAZY! I'VE BEEN GOING INSANE WITHOUT YOU!" Noah roared, the sound raw and guttural. He crushed you against him in a hug so tight it stole your breath, his hands sliding under your shirt, palms searing your skin. He forced a kiss on you, hard and punishing, all teeth and desperate possession.

You acted on pure instinct, driving your knee up hard to his nuts. He let out a sharp hiss of pain, his grip loosening.

You tried to appeal to reason, to the world outside this metal box. "There's CCTV here in the lift, security can see so don't try anything-"

Noah straightened up, a dark, dangerous smirk twisting his handsome features. He didn't even bother to fully catch his breath before he was on you again, silencing you with another bruising kiss. He was mad, seething, the taste of his jealousy bitter on his tongue.

"The cams are broken," He mumbled against your lips, his hands roaming possessively over your back, your hips. "I sent someone to break them this afternoon. Knew you’d pull this shit.”

The casual admission of his premeditation was more frightening than his rage.He was beyond reason, his anger a tangible force.

“I’m not done with you… hell, I’ll never be done with you,” Noah snarled, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. He fumbled in the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a key. Your apartment key that he'd copied from your set, without your consent.

“You’re stuck with me forever. How dare you let someone else touch what’s mine? I saw your arms around them. It made me sick.” His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back.

“The first thing I’m going to do when I get there is to drug the shit out of you tonight, make you so high and hazy you’ll be so easy and obedient for me, just like you should be.”

"...Crazy bastard-! GET OFF ME-!"

Ding.