Fragments Of Us [Completed]

The Elevator Encounter

Krit stepped into the cool, modern lobby of the upscale apartment building, barely paying attention to the minimalist design or the faint scent of fresh coffee that lingered in the air. It was his first day moving in, and he was already thinking about the freedom that living alone would bring. His mind, however, shifted focus as soon as he reached the elevators.

He glanced up, just in time to catch sight of a man—tall, composed, and dressed in a crisp, tailored suit. The guy walked toward the same elevator, unaware of the intense gaze now fixed on him. The man's presence seemed to fill the space effortlessly, and Krit couldn't help but take him in, head to toe. His mind instantly went into overdrive.

"Who the hell is that?"

Krit’s eyes trailed over the man's broad shoulders, his mind lingering on the way the fabric of his suit hugged his body. His lips curved into a sly grin as his thoughts immediately shifted into less-than-innocent territory. He didn’t know who this guy was, but damn, did he want to.

The man entered the elevator, standing a few feet in front of Krit, completely unaware of the effect he was having. Krit's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze drifting down the man's back, his imagination running wild. The soft ding of the elevator doors closing did nothing to snap him out of it.

"I wouldn’t mind waking up next to him." Krit smirked inwardly, biting his lower lip. "Bet he'd look even better out of that suit."

His thoughts raced further as he leaned against the back wall, pretending to be relaxed. In reality, his mind was already replaying a dozen scenarios involving the stranger, each more inappropriate than the last.

The man, however, stood still, eyes focused on the numbers ticking above the doors, completely oblivious to Krit’s silent inspection.

Krit's heart beat a little faster, and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to have this man up close—close enough to touch. The fantasy was vivid: their bodies pressed together, the suit discarded, and his hands tracing the lines of this stranger’s skin.

Shit, he thought, I need to stop.

But stopping wasn’t exactly in Krit’s nature. He liked a good challenge, especially when it came wrapped in a suit and a stoic demeanor. The guy didn’t have a clue how easily Krit could wrap him around his finger, and that only made the whole thing more exciting.

As the elevator dinged again, signaling his floor, Krit straightened up, casually adjusting his jacket. He couldn’t help but steal one last glance before stepping out, eyes lingering just a second too long on the stranger’s sharp features and cool, composed exterior.

I’m definitely not done with you yet.

The doors slid shut behind him, but the image of the stranger—Vel, or whatever his name was—stayed with him. Krit grinned to himself as he walked down the hallway. He didn't know it yet, but this guy would definitely be on his radar from now on.

Krit stood at the entrance of the club, the bass vibrating through his chest, sending a thrill down his spine. The neon lights flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the bustling crowd. He scanned the room, spotting familiar faces among the throngs of partygoers. Michael was already waving him over, his grin wide and infectious, surrounded by a cluster of their friends.

“Hey, Krit! You made it!” Michael shouted above the music, his excitement palpable. Krit flashed a playful smirk, shrugging off the weight of the week.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. What’s the plan?” he replied, the carefree tone in his voice matching the pulsating rhythm of the club.

“Just gonna have some drinks, meet some people, you know how it is!” Michael said, slapping him on the back before leading him to the bar. Krit felt the warmth of the atmosphere wrap around him as he followed.