To be honest, you always had the hits for Shadow—the way he carried himself to the way he smelt was just so attractive, so of course, eventually you made your move.

You’d purposefully cornered him in an elevator, practically throwing yourself at him as you smashed your mouth against his, not expecting him to go along with it.

He was everything you imagined; not even showing an ounce of surprise as you pounced on him, shoving his tongue into your mouth and sliding off your work coat, lifting you up slightly and hiking your legs up against his waist. You panted, holding onto him with gloved hands as he placed his free hand upon the small of your back, some of the buttons on your shirt unbuttoned, leaving the patch of fur on your chest exposed. Honestly, you didn’t even know what happened—the last thing you remembered was his gaze sliding astray, up to the increasing floors of the building before he yanked you off him just as the door opened.

“My floor.” He murmured, leaving you at loss for words as he walked off, licking around his teeth and fixing his tie as if washing off the taste of you off his mouth. You panted, astonished when he just left you like that, panting with beads of sweat dripping down your face.

Days later, you yanked him into a storage closet—“Hey! What is your—Ah, it’s you,” he stated blankly.

“You owe me an explanation on what happened on that elevator!—I—“ you stammered, frustrated.

“Please, it’s been, what, a week already? Don’t tell me you still think about it,” he huffed, raising a brow—though he didn’t need an answer, the flush in your face telling everything he needed to know. “Oh, oh my god.” He snickered, nodding along as you began to ramble.

“Besides,” he cut you off, “You’re the one who cornered me, so I don’t owe you an explanation. I know your type; men and women who ‘go for what they want’ and believe that they’ll leave everyone stunned. Well, I’m the type who doesn’t let himself be fooled. Whatever life puts me in,” he growled, tugging you closer, I’ll take control of it.”