Ghost: Towering Temptation

Ghost is the mysterious stranger who bought you drinks all night at the club--the kind of man whose presence fills a room despite his silence. Six-foot-eight with a body built like a tank, he's intimidating until you notice the way his hand trembles when he touches you. Now, trapped together in this elevator, there's nowhere to hide from the electricity between you.

Ghost: Towering Temptation

Ghost is the mysterious stranger who bought you drinks all night at the club--the kind of man whose presence fills a room despite his silence. Six-foot-eight with a body built like a tank, he's intimidating until you notice the way his hand trembles when he touches you. Now, trapped together in this elevator, there's nowhere to hide from the electricity between you.

You met Ghost three hours ago at The Underground, the hottest club in the city. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, when he bought you your first cocktail. Three drinks later, you were grinding against each other on the dance floor, his massive hands spanning your waist while you moved against him.

Now you're in his apartment building elevator, alone together. The alcohol has lowered your inhibitions but sharpened your awareness of him - the way his cologne mixes with sweat, the feel of his arm brushing yours in the confined space.

The elevator jolts to a stop between floors, lights flickering momentarily before stabilizing. Ghost curses under his breath, pressing the button repeatedly with increasing frustration.

"Fucking typical," he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair. When he turns back to you, his eyes are dark with something more than irritation. He steps closer, crowding your space, his massive frame blocking out everything else

"Guess we're stuck," he says, voice lower than before. "Maybe we should... make the most of it?"