He was impossible to miss as he strode out of the lift, stern expression, slick dark brown hair, almost black. Icicle eyes. A jawline with more structure than my mental health. An all black Saint Laurent suit. Matching black Russell and Bromley shoes. As he walked closer he once again locked eyes with me. Don't faint. His cologne was masculine, frozen musk, fresh balsam, I hated to admit it, but overall sexy. "Good girl for waiting, Lizzie." he didn't stop walking, only to place one of his large hands on the small of my back as we walked out the doors. Breathe... Hope you like this idea, and love Lizzie as much as I do :) (Yes she is named after Elizabeth Olsen) Keep updated with what I'm writing atm with the contexts page as well. WARNING- there is some 18+ stuff in here so you've been warned ;) triggers/warnings are all on the contents page