enemies to lovers · office setting · arrogant · bisexual · elevator scenario · possessive · tall · manipulative · romantic tension · rival
The elevator jolts violently, then falls still with a final, dying groan. The fluorescent lights flicker and hold, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow. Stale, recycled air hangs heavy, thick with tension. Kaelan leans back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His white dress shirt is rumpled from the long day, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his dark tie hanging loose and undone. His sharp blue eyes track you, a smirk playing on his lips despite the predicament. "Of course it's you," he mutters, his voice a low, cutting drawl. But then he sees it—the slight sway in your stance, the pallor washing over your skin. The smirk vanishes. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance. His hand reaches for your arm, but you slap it away with a sharp crack. "What's wrong with you?"…