Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

9

It was a peaceful Wednesday morning, and Pavel felt everything was going smoothly as he made his way to the office. 

He stepped into the elevator, ready to start his day, when he noticed Pooh standing there. Pavel rolled his eyes, hoping to avoid any interaction, and moved to the far corner of the elevator.

As the doors closed, Pavel felt a strange sensation, like someone was breathing right behind him. He turned around quickly and saw Pooh standing unusually close, a wild smirk plastered on his face.

"Good morning, Pavel," Pooh said, his voice dripping with mock friendliness. "Fancy seeing you here."

Pavel sighed, trying to keep his composure. "Yeah, just my luck," he muttered, turning back to face the elevator doors.

The elevator began its descent, but the tension inside was palpable. Pavel could feel Pooh's eyes boring into the back of his head. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore the provocation.

"You know, Pavel," Pooh continued, leaning in closer, "I've been thinking about your teeny tiny failed punch over my face"

Pavel turned his head slightly, just enough to catch Pooh's smirk in his peripheral vision. "I'm not interested in talking about it, Pooh. Just leave me alone."

"Oh, come on," Pooh said, chuckling softly. "Where's the fun in that? We could have a little chat, clear the air."

Pavel took a deep breath, trying to calm his rising anger. "There's nothing to clear. "

Pooh's smirk widened. "Oh, I think there's more to discuss. For instance, how you plan to hit me with delicate fingers of yours"

Pavel turned fully to face Pooh, his eyes blazing. " Can't you just shut the fuck up "?

Pooh shrugged, his expression mocking innocence. "If you say so. But maybe you should learn to control that temper of yours. It's not very professional."

As Pavel took a step out of the elevator, eager to escape the confined space and Pooh's infuriating presence, he suddenly felt a hand grab him firmly by the waist. Startled, he was pulled back into the elevator. He spun around to find Pooh holding him, that same wild smirk on his face.

"What the hell, Pooh? Let go of me!" Pavel demanded, his voice sharp with anger.

"Not so fast, Pavel," Pooh said, his tone dangerously calm. "We're not done here."

Pavel tried to pull away, but Pooh's grip was strong. The elevator doors closed again, trapping them inside. Pavel's heart pounded as he stared into Pooh's eyes, which were filled with a mix of amusement and something more menacing.

"What's your problem?" Pavel spat, glaring at Pooh. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Pooh leaned in closer, his smirk never fading. "Because, Pavel, it's too much fun watching you squirm. Besides, you need to learn some respect."

Pavel's temper flared. "Respect? You think this is about respect? You're just a bully who gets off on making others miserable."

Pooh's expression darkened for a moment, then he laughed, a low, mocking sound. "Call it what you want. But remember, you started this by not knowing your place."

Pavel's fists clenched at his sides. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I'm warning you, Pooh. Let me go, or you'll regret it."

Pooh's grip tightened for a second before he abruptly released Pavel, shoving him backward. "Fine. But remember this, Pavel: you can't run from me forever. We'll settle this, one way or another."

The elevator doors opened again, and Pavel stumbled out, his heart racing. He turned back to see Pooh still standing inside, the smirk replaced by a cold, calculating look.

"This isn't over, Pavel," Pooh called out as the doors began to close. "Not by a long shot."

Pavel stood there, breathing heavily, watching the elevator descend. He knew he had to find a way to deal with Pooh, and fast. But for now, he needed to gather himself and figure out his next move.