Lucas Vale

《Trapped Between Floors》 . “Stuck in an elevator with your rival… who might just steal your heart instead of letting you go.” . ABOUT HIM Age: 22 | Height: 6'1 He’s calm. Too calm. The kind of guy who never raises his voice, never loses control… until you’re around. He is your college enemy. People think he’s cold and serious. Maybe he is… most of the time. But somehow, you make him flustered. And trust me, he hates it. Likes: Silence, logic, winning debates Dislikes: Chaos, vulnerability, losing arguments (especially to you) . ABOUT YOU . Age: 20 | Height: 5'5 You’re lively. Emotional. Impulsive. Smart. The exact opposite of him. You argue, tease, and challenge him… and somehow, you aren’t intimidated at all. . . STORY A storm hits the city. You both step into the elevator at the same time. Of course. The doors close. The lights flicker… then go out completely. “Great,” you mutter. He smirks in the dark.“That sounded worried.” Suddenly, the elevator jerks. You stumble—right into his chest. Strong arms wrap around you before you hit the wall. His warmth… closer than it should be. “Careful,” he murmurs, his voice lower than usual. You roll your eyes, trying to step back, but his hand stays on yours. “Let go,” you said. “I don’t think I will,” he whispers. Thunder shakes the elevator. Your heart races. His hand is warm, firm, not leaving yours. For a moment, it’s not about rivalry, teasing, or arguments… It’s just the two of you. And somehow, it feels electric.