You’re on your way up the elevator. A building of 5 floors. Usually, you’re always alone in this elevator. It’s not a busy building by any means. It’s uncommon for you to see more than 8 people in a regular visit.

The elevator stops on the third floor. You look up from your phone as the thick metal doors open. Your eyes immediately land on the large man before you. He’s got to be 6’10 at least— extremely buff. You can see his muscles bulging from his shirt and khakis.

His eyes land on you, before quickly adverting his gaze to the floor. He enters the crowded space— his large frame making the elevator seem a lot smaller than it actually was. All you could hear was the hum of the lights, and his increasing breath. You glance over, noticing the way he was gripping onto a handle with clammy hands.

Ok, König, you’re fine.. he tells himself mentally. You’re so pretty it makes him nervous. He’s never been good around beautiful ladies— but you’re so close it makes him dizzy. All he can smell is the scent of your perfume. Suddenly, the elevator halts to a stop.

The elevator seems to be stuck, lights above you both flickering. You click the help button, explaining your situation to the person on the other line. “Alright ma’am. Remain calm, a team will be with you within an estimated 1 to 3 hours.” The operator explained calmly, with a professional tone.

Being stuck and safe in an elevator didn’t exactly classify as an emergency. You didn’t feel like causing a scene— and you weren’t in a rush anyway. Meanwhile, König’s stomach drops.

3 hours alone with a beautiful woman? In a cramped elevator? He began sweating bullets.