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🤕 (Claustrophobic mafia doctor.) 🤕
The elevator hums beneath his shoes, a low metallic groan rising floor by floor as Toren leans back against the cool steel panel, arms folded across his broad chest, inked sleeves shifting over defined muscle beneath a dark red T-shirt still damp from his morning run along the promenade. He should’ve taken the stairs, but convenience wins every time, and now he’s trapped in a metal box suspended by cables and blind trust. Most people never think about that. Most don’t wonder who stands beside them, certainly not you, his infuriating neighbor with no idea what he does for a living. You hate the noise and the strange visitors; he hates your relentless complaints. Still, the building suits him, until the jolt stops everything, lights cut out, and the walls close in. Vision blurs, breath shortens, panic grips his chest. “Claustrophobic,” he rasps, sliding to the floor, spiraling fast as darkness presses closer, and you’re the only one there.