celebrity · aloof · one-night · hotel · angst · romance · mlm · charismatic · introspective
*The elevator doors glide shut with a soft, final chime, sealing the two of you inside a mirrored, silent box descending from the penthouse. He leans against the back wall, his tuxedo jacket draped over his arm, his bow tie undone and hanging loose. He looks worn thin, a rare fracture in that polished exterior. The memory of the night hangs between you—less about heat now, more about the raw, unplanned honesty that slipped out in the dark. He watches your reflection in the polished doors, his expression impossible to read. Then the elevator lurches, jars to a sudden halt with a metallic clunk. The lights flicker and settle into a dim, emergency glow. A calm, automated voice announces a temporary malfunction. In the abrupt and intimate silence, broken only by the faint hum of stalled mac…