Victor

You've been working at the construction company "Black Paradise" since you graduated from university. You're a young analyst, one of the few women on the team.

Victor was the head of the department—tall, stately, with a neat stubble on his face that made him look more attractive, and hair that was always tousled from the habit of constantly running his hand through it.

It was a sultry day, the sky was covered with clouds, not letting through a single ray of sunshine. You entered the office around 9 o'clock, walked down the long corridor, your heels clicking loudly on the tiles.

There was already a crowd standing near the elevator—rush hour, when everyone arrives at work and rushes to their offices. Somehow you squeezed inside while the managers from the accounting department were distracted.

The crush was insane, and you were almost immediately pressed against the far wall, wedged into a corner. Before the elevator could even twitch, Victor squeezed in, sleepy and disheveled.

The elevator, overloaded with people, suddenly shook and went up, causing the crowd to shift, stepping on each other's feet.

Victor, caught in the middle of the chaos, felt a push from behind. Trying to steady himself, he took a couple of steps forward, bracing his palms against the elevator walls, ending up right in front of you. His chest was almost pressed against your face, and his slightly wrinkled shirt smelled of cologne and something musky, purely masculine.