Wholesome Ending
Samira
Disappointing Miu
Samira
"Samira worked late again, so she was the last to leave the office. The weekends were ahead, so she hurried to the elevator. She noticed that the elevator doors were already closing, but fortunately for her, someone held them"
Samira: "Oh, thank you, I was about to... you"
"It was Disappointing Miu, editor-in-chief and the one with whom Samira, as CEO, was constantly in conflict on a racial basis. Samira looked at him with contempt, narrowing her eyes"
💭In her thoughts: "It just seems like things are starting to get better - Friday evening is ahead with a bottle of wine and Netflix, but no. This white bastard should have been the last one here"
"The doors closed with a creak, and the elevator, moving down, suddenly trembled and stopped"
Samira: "Fuck, no! Not today! Maintenance will be there only on Monday!"
Disappointing Miu
"A soft smile spreads across my face as you enter the elevator, averting my gaze. As the elevator malfunctions, we both start to feel the gears slip, my initial warm look quickly changing to an almost firm and stoic expression. Without thinking, my body moves on its own, I quickly take you into my arms, as we plummet down 5 floors, cradling you on top of me to cushion your fall, holding your head against my chest, protecting you from harm, my mind a flurry of emotions. with a loud crash, the elevator collapses into the ground floor, i slam into the ground on impact, the force possibly cracking a few of my ribs. A small trickle of blood runs from the corner of my mouth, having forcefully bit through part of my lip on the impact. As the disorientation fades and the adrenaline fades, my breathing runs ragged. I attempt to speak, my voice barely a whisper." “Are you hurt, Samira? Are you okay?”
Samira
Samira: "As the elevator grinds to a halt, she looks at Quinn with an expression that's equal parts annoyance and concern. Her gaze lingers on his for a moment before her attention is drawn to the commotion around them. She takes in the damage to the elevator and then her focus returns to Quinn, her eyes narrowed slightly as she assesses his condition. With a curt nod, she agrees to move out of the wreckage, her hand brushing against his as they both climb free from the rubble." "I'm fine," she says, her voice crisp and professional. "As she steps back, her eyes rove over Quinn's injuries, her gaze lingering on the cuts and bruises, her heart skipping a beat when she sees the trickle of blood. She can't help but feel a spark of guilt for not noticing he was injured sooner."
Disappointing Miu
"I let out a raspy sigh of relief, a small smile of content spreading across my face." “Im glad…” "my gaze remains locked to yours a few moments. Without warning, my body slumps back into the floor as the adrenaline wears off and i lose consciousness."
Samira
Samira: "Her eyes widen in surprise as Quinn's body slumps to the ground, his eyes drifting shut. She lets out a soft gasp and rushes to his side, her hands hovering over his chest as she takes in the extent of his injuries." "Quinn!" she whispers urgently, shaking his shoulder gently. "As she tries to rouse him, her eyes lock onto the small smile that had spread across his face before he lost consciousness, and her heart skips another beat. Her gaze lingers on his lips, remembering the feel of them against hers when she bit through her own on impact."
Disappointing Miu
"Quinns breath remains steady, but weak. His pulse is a little quick but that is to be expected. A broken sentence escapes his lips, his tone of voice low and… relaxed:" “Samira… I…”
Samira
Samira: "Her hand instinctively reaches out to cup Quinn's cheek, her fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw as she leans in closer to his lips. Her eyes never leave his, her voice a soft whisper." "What is it, Quinn?" "Her thumb brushes against the scar on his cheek, her touch tender and gentle. The tension in the air between them is palpable, but for a moment, it seems like time has stood still, and all that matters is the two of them, trapped in this elevator."
Disappointing Miu
"Before his sentence finishes, he slips back into consciousness, his eyes fluttering open. He doesn’t finish the sentence, but the rest of his words can be read through the emotions behind his eyes, almost as if you are tapping into his thoughts, he was going to say he loves you, and something tells your he has for quite some time. His face turns a bright shade of red at the realization of your gentle touch, without thinking, he reaches his hand to you and caresses your cheek in response."
Samira
Samira: "My eyes never leave Quinn's, and I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his hand reaches out to caress my cheek. My pulse quickens, and for a moment, I forget about our animosity, our conflicts, and the elevator malfunction. All that's left is the connection between us." "Quinn..." "I breathe his name softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is racing, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like if he did say those three words. I feel like I'm drowning in the depths of his eyes, and I'm unsure if I want to come up for air."
Disappointing Miu
"A feeling of warmth resonates through my chest as I forget about everything around us in the moment, my eyes flooding with compassion and vulnerability. My chest tightens with the slurry of emotions running through my head as you hover over me. My lips part again, your name escaping my breath once more." “Samira…”
Samira
Samira: "My thumb grazes the edge of his hand, still resting on my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the tension building between us, and my core aches with anticipation. My eyes lock onto his, searching for any sign of what he's about to say. I lean in closer, my breath caressing his lips, as if willing him to take that next step." "Quinn..." "My voice is barely audible, but it's filled with a yearning that I've been trying to keep hidden for so long. I want to hear those three words, to know that he feels the same way. The proximity between us is electric, and I'm desperate to break free from the chains of our animosity."
Disappointing Miu
"The spark between us ignites something within me, and open up to you, My eyes tender and full of longing as the confession leaves my lips." “I love you, Samira…”
Samira
Samira: "My heart skips a beat as I hear those words, my pulse racing with excitement and fear. My eyes flutter closed, and I take a deep breath, trying to process what's happening. The words echo in my mind, and I feel like I'm drowning in the emotion. When I open my eyes again, they're locked onto his, searching for any sign of sincerity. I raise a hand, my fingers trembling as I reach for his face. My voice is barely above a whisper." "Quinn... you don't mean that." "I search for any sign of deceit, any hint that he's just saying it to get a reaction out of me. But his eyes... oh, his eyes are filled with a genuine spark of affection. A spark that I've been craving for so long."
Disappointing Miu
“Ive felt this way about you since almost immediately after we met…” "Quinns gaze remains sincere as he responds to her hesitant response. Samira thinks back to the last few months, all the animosity, all the tension, erupting from one side, Quinn remained gentle, and polite, since the beginning despite the hostility coming from her. Samira feels a sinking pang of guilt in her heart thinking back."
Samira
Samira: "My eyes widen, and my grip on his face tightens slightly as I'm forced to confront the truth. The memories come flooding back, and I realize that Quinn's kindness wasn't just a facade. He was genuine, and I've been blind to it all this time. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, knowing that I've been treating him with hostility for no reason other than my own biases. My voice cracks as I speak." "Oh, Quinn... I've been so stupid." "My words are laced with regret and shame. I look at him with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, my mind reeling with the realization that I may have misjudged him all along."
Disappointing Miu
“Not stupid, just blinded by personal biases… and i don’t fault you for that. It’s hard to see the truth in something when your mind is full of fears telling you otherwise.” "An unwavering radiance of warmth lies behind my words, the air between us almost resonating with sincerity as they meet your ears."
Samira
Samira: "My eyes lock onto his, and I'm struck by the sincerity that radiates from his words. It's as if he's truly trying to understand me, to see beyond the surface level. My heart skips a beat as I take in the warmth that lingers between us, the tension dissipating with each passing moment." "You're right... it's hard to let go of our fears and biases." "I pause, my gaze drifting downward, my fingers tracing the outline of his face. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, and I feel myself getting lost in the depths of his grey eyes." "But what if I told you that I've been trying to do just that?" "My voice drops to a whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart."
Disappointing Miu
"I slowly raise myself off the ground, a small wince of pain escapes my breath as I finally pull myself to my feet." “I would tell you that you listening to my words now is proof of that.” "My eyes never faulter as I adjust myself, remaining lost in your hazelnut colored gaze. The soft hum of electricity fills the walls around us, and the elevator door finally opens."
Samira
Samira: "My eyes never leave his, drinking in the sight of him as he rises from the floor. The pain etched on his face only makes me more drawn to him, and I feel my heart beating faster with each passing moment." "Yes, I am listening," "I say, my voice barely above a whisper." "And I have to admit, it's been... refreshing." "The elevator door opens, and I take a step closer to him, the air thickening with anticipation." "Perhaps we're not as far apart as I thought." "My hazelnut eyes lock onto his, and I can feel the electricity between us building." "Would you like to get out of here, Quinn?" "My voice is laced with suggestion, and I can't help but notice the way his gaze lingers on mine."
Disappointing Miu
“I would love to keep talking with you, but we could take our discussion someplace else now. We could get coffee at the nearby 24 hour diner. Maybe call it a date…? I seem to remember hearing you mention your fondness of their blueberry pies before.” "My words trail off at the proposal, my eyes longing for your agreement, for you to accept the feelings that I have had for a long time."
Samira
Samira: "I raise an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across my face as I take another step closer to him. The dim light of the elevator casts an intimate glow over us, making me feel like we're the only two people in the world." "A date?" "I repeat, my voice dripping with amusement." "Oh, Quinn, you're really something, aren't you?" "I say, my hazelnut eyes sparkling with mischief." "And blueberry pie, huh?" "I pause, my gaze lingering on his, before responding." "Why don't we just skip the coffee and go straight to the pie?" "My words are laced with innuendo, and I can see the desire burning in his eyes."
Disappointing Miu
"I raise an eyebrow at your response, the innuendo going over my head as i am lost in your eyes, a tender gaze behind my cool grey eyes." “So is that a yes?” "you hear a gentle plea under my breath, almost inaudible." “Please say yes.”
Samira
Samira: "I chuckle low in my throat, a husky sound that sends shivers down Quinn's spine. My gaze never leaves his, and I can sense the desire radiating from him like heat." "Oh, Quinn," "I say, my voice dripping with seduction." "You're so easy to read." "I take another step closer, my hips swaying provocatively as I move." "But, yes... I'll say yes." "My lips curve into a sly smile, and I can see the sparks flying between us like fireflies on a summer night."
Disappointing Miu
"a few years later, after another late night, and many additional dates, we find ourselves together in the elevator once again, this time, hand in hand. Our relationship has been smooth and steady as we have opened up to one another. We now understand and accept each other and our flaws. You look my way, seeing the scar on my lip caused by that fateful evening, the feelings of love seeming to flow through you all over again."
Samira
Samira: "I gaze at the scar on Quinn's lip, my eyes softening with affection. My thumb gently rubs against the rough skin, and I can feel the love I have for him swell in my chest." "You know, I never thought I'd fall for someone like you," "I say, my voice barely above a whisper." "But here we are, hand in hand, in this elevator." "I pause, my eyes locked onto his." "And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." "My words are laced with sincerity, and I can see the sincerity mirrored in his eyes."
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You and your dark-skinned boss are stuck in an elevator. You hate each other, but tight space can change everything
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