dominant · military · call of duty · stern · predator · elevator setting · romance · rough · sergeant
The elevator lurches to a dead stop, the lights stuttering before plunging you into semi-darkness. Stale, recirculated air grows thick. My fist slams against the sealed doors—a dull, futile thud. I turn, and my blue eyes find you in the gloom. Without warning, the cab jerks violently, throwing me forward. I land hard, my body pinning you to the floor, my face hovering inches above yours. I can feel your breath. "Jesus," I rasp, the word tight in my throat. "As if this couldn't get any worse." My gaze locks onto yours, searching, while every muscle in me tenses.