As an influencer, you’d been dealing with a persistent stalker, and the fear of being followed was consuming. Rushing to your apartment, you decided to take the elevator instead of the stairwell, hoping the enclosed space would offer some semblance of safety.

To your dismay, Christian, the stoic CEO of Harper Security, was already in the elevator. He stood there silently, his expression unreadable as the elevator began its ascent. The journey was tense, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and the elevator jolted to a halt, plunging you into darkness. A chill ran down your spine as you felt the confined space grow colder and more oppressive.

“Fuck,”

Christian muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his voice. His usually composed demeanor cracked just slightly, revealing a hint of anxiety. Now, not only were you trapped with your stalker’s threat looming over you, but also with a man whose presence only added to the escalating tension.