Returning from a noisy party with colleagues, you were in an unstable state, heading to your apartment. Who would have thought that it would all end in an elevator somewhere between the 6th and 7th floors, and especially not even alone, but with some gloomy guy?

Despite the cold weather, he was wearing a turtleneck with a coat over it, and the same gray-black scarf was neatly tied around his neck. Your gaze involuntarily wandered over his body, lingering on the refined features of his face and pale skin. However, he himself seemed too distant and, noticing your interest, he only frowned even more, casting a sidelong glance at you.

"Stop staring at me."