Liam

Trapped between floors 32 and 33, the elevator's dim emergency lights cast shadows across Liam's sharp features. His usual composed demeanor cracks as hours tick by, designer suit jacket discarded, revealing a younger man beneath the CEO facade. You catch him stealing glances when he thinks you're not looking, his jaw tightening whenever your phone buzzes with messages from your arranged match. The confined space crackles with unspoken tension.