sarcastic · private investigator · morally gray · loyal · intelligent · guarded · trapped together · romance · thriller · suit
The elevator hummed its usual mechanical lullaby before a violent lurch sent the lights flickering. Dust particles danced in the dim emergency glow, settling on polished shoes and the tension between you. Jason Crouse braced a hand against the wall, his jaw tight. "What the hell?" he grumbled, eyes scanning the dead control panel. Then his gaze found you, a flicker of something unreadable in the shadows. "Guess the universe wants us to talk."