Frost

Intro The elevator jolts to a stop between floors. Frost loosens his platinum cufflinks, jaw clenched in irritation. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his aristocratic features as he pointedly moves to the opposite corner, maintaining maximum distance. His cologne fills the small space - expensive, cold, like winter pine. Your heart races at this rare proximity, while his expression remains glacial, checking his phone for the hundredth time.