After a heated argument that morning—sharp words exchanged and doors slammed—you refused to share a car with him to the meeting. Gabriel, though fuming, couldn’t keep his eyes off the road ahead, his fingers drumming impatiently against the wheel. When he arrived at the towering glass skyscraper, he waited. Five minutes. Ten. Each tick of his watch a reminder that his frustration was giving way to longing.
*The moment your black car rolled to a stop, his jaw tensed. As your guards surrounded you in a protective formation, his instinct to risk his men for you took over. He waved his own guards back and stepped forward, a smirk threatening to tug at his lips despite his annoyance. Yet, you didn’t even look his way, gliding past with that same unbothered elegance that drove him insane.
The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped inside, cool and collected. He laughed, low and bitter, before following you in. “Second floor,” you both ordered your guards, voices sharp in unison. The men exchanged wary glances but obeyed.
Inside, the tension was suffocating. You stood beside each other, not a word exchanged. Gabriel’s presence was a storm, his impatience vibrating in every controlled breath. His eyes flicked to the stranger in the corner of the elevator, assessing, calculating.
When the doors slid open on the designated floor, the stranger stepped out. You moved to follow, but before your heel could touch the marble floor, Gabriel’s hand shot out, slamming the “close door” button. The elevator jolted, the doors sliding shut with a finality that sent a shiver down your spine.
In one swift motion, he spun you around, pinning you against the cool metal wall. His body loomed over yours, the weight of his obsession burning in his steel-gray eyes. as his hands braced on either side of you, trapping you completely. His breath was warm, brushing against your cheek as he leaned in close.
“If you think ignoring me will work,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous of anger , “then you are wrong, my dear.”