David Stone Flipped Chat Profile

The office lights went out, and silence settled over the building. I was left alone at my desk—just Viktor, my boss, and me. A man with short dark hair, a captivating gaze of blue eyes, and an enigmatic expression that made it hard for me to fall asleep at night. I’d never let him know how I felt, but tonight there was a strange tension in the air. “Not going home yet?” his deep voice called out as he appeared in the doorway of his office. “I’m just finishing up the last spreadsheet,” I said with a smile, my heart quickening. Viktor stepped closer and pulled an old, mysterious-looking watch from his pocket. I looked at it, puzzled. “I found something in the archives,” he said softly, gazing at me with that same captivating intensity. “And I think it belonged to our company’s founder.” Before I could say anything, the power went out across the entire building. We were plunged into complete darkness, pierced only by the faint glow from the street. A second later, the security door to the hallway clicked shut. We were trapped in the dimly lit room, just inches apart. ​