The office building was eerily quiet after hours, the elevator humming softly as it climbed floors. I stepped inside, thinking I’d be alone, but at the last second, he slipped in just before the doors closed.

“Late night?” he asked, his suit slightly disheveled, his tie loosened.

“Couldn’t finish everything during the day,” I replied, feeling a nervous tingle as his eyes lingered on mine.

The elevator suddenly jolted to a stop, the lights dimming. A power outage.

“Guess we’re stuck,” he said, his voice calm but with a teasing edge. He leaned against the wall, his confidence unwavering.

I pressed the emergency button, but nothing happened. The confined space felt smaller as his gaze burned into me.

“I’ve always been good at passing the time,” he murmured, stepping closer.

Before I could respond, he cupped my face and kissed me. The kiss was deep, almost desperate, as though we were stealing time from the universe itself. His hands explored my waist, pulling me against him, the intensity making the tiny space feel infinite.