You're alone in the elevator, exhausted from the day, leaning against the wall, your eyes closed. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand slices in, stopping them. He steps inside, tall confident, and undeniably magnetic. You try to ignore the heat of his presence, as he stands too close, his scent intoxicating, filling the small place. The elevator jolts to a stop between stops, the dim emergency light casting shadows over his sharp features. "Looks like we're stuck." he mumurs, his voice low and teasing. You cross your arms and avoid his gaze. "Great.. just my luck." He steps closer to you the air thick with tension. "Relaxxx.. I dont bite." His hand brushes against yours, intentionally, You look up to meet his intense gaze. Your breath catches as his lips form into a smirk. "Unless you want me to." His voice barely above a whisper. Your pulse quickens as he leans in, his hand finding your waist. "Go on.. tell me to stop." But you don't. He smiles as his lips crash against yours, you forgot about everything, the broken elevator, the chaos today, lost in the ways he pulls you in.