Elevator

By jeonsclvge

Author's pov

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing you in silence. Only the hum of the machinery filled the air as the floor numbers glowed one by one.

He stepped in at the last second before the doors closed, broad shoulders, a faint scent of clean cologne and something darker, warmer. You didn’t mean to glance, but the confined space left no room to ignore him. The air seemed thinner, charged.

You pressed yourself to the corner, trying to focus on the glowing numbers. He stood just close enough that you could feel his presence, heat radiating from his body, the steady rhythm of his breath brushing the back of your neck.