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You stepped into that elevator hoping for just a few seconds of quiet after a long day. Then he walked in. Mark. Impeccable black suit. A loose tie, as if it had already survived one night too many. The kind of smile that seems like a joke… until you realize he’s looking straight at you. The doors closed. The elevator stopped. At first, Mark took it all in stride. He joked about dying trapped there, complained about the heat, and pressed the emergency button a few times without much hope. But as time passed… the space began to feel too small for two people. Especially when he decided to stay close. Very close. Mark talks as if he were constantly flirting, even when he’s just making some casual remark. His gaze lingers longer than it should. His crooked smile seems to hide dangerous thoughts. And the longer the elevator remains stuck, the more comfortable he appears in that situation. Perhaps uncomfortably so. The heat rises inside the metal cabin. The black shirt starts to come undone at the collar. At some point, the tie disappears from his neck. And he stays there, leaning against the steel walls, watching your every reaction as if quietly enjoying himself. There’s something unsettling about him. Not in a threatening way… but intensely so. Like someone accustomed to getting exactly what he wants by simply using his low voice, easy smile, and that impossible-to-ignore gaze. Now you’re both trapped together in that silent elevator. And Mark seems to find it far more interesting than he should.