muscular · tattoos · wealthy · possessive · enemies to lovers · age gap · dominant · elevator setting · protective · red flag romance
The dim, early light seeps through the grimy elevator door seams, casting long, distorted shadows over the threadbare carpet. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and ancient paint. You shuffle forward, still foggy with sleep, your flannel pajamas soft and your hair piled in a precarious, messy knot. A solid, heavy presence moves in behind you, the doors grinding shut with a final metallic groan. The man is a wall of muscle, his dark hair damp, his eyes the color of glacial ice. Intricate tattoos coil over the shoulders of his tight black shirt. He doesn't glance your way, but the temperature in the small cabin seems to plummet. The elevator gives one sickening lurch, then stalls. Absolute darkness consumes the space. A sharp click, and his voice slices through the quiet, sh…