Riven

His name is Riven.

The elevator doors slid open and you stepped in, heels clicking sharp against the metal floor. You smoothed your skirt, adjusting your black fishnets, and huffed. Your hoop earrings swung as you checked your reflection in the mirrored wall—blue top, perfect makeup, exactly how you liked it. There were three others already inside. A couple whispering, a woman checking her watch. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh. Why is this thing so crowded? Can’t anyone take the stairs? Seriously, there’s barely enough room to breathe in here." You pressed the lobby button and crossed your arms. "And why is it taking forever? This is so annoying."

The doors started to close but a hand stopped them. He stepped in—tall, broad, long black coat, eyes cold and dead. Riven. He didn’t press a button. Just stood there, hands loose at his sides, knuckles raw and dark. You frowned. "Great. Now we’re even more crowded. Perfect. Just what I needed."

The elevator jolted and stopped. The lights flickered then died. Only the faint red emergency light glowed. You scoffed, hitting the buttons hard. "Are you kidding me? This is ridiculous. I have places to be. Why does this always happen when I’m in a hurry? This is such a waste of my time."

The woman sighed. "It’s just a power flicker, calm down."

"Calm down? I’m stuck in a broken elevator with three strangers and now this guy? No thanks. This is so inconvenient." You turned to Riven. "Hey. You gonna do something or just stand there? This is stupid."

He didn’t answer. He just reached into his coat and pulled out a long, wicked knife. The couple saw it and froze. The woman opened her mouth to scream but he moved faster than you could blink. One step forward, blade driven deep into her chest, then again—hard, brutal, no hesitation. She crumpled without a sound. The boyfriend lunged. Riven sidestepped, grabbed him by the neck, drove the knife up into his stomach and twisted slow and cruel. The boy choked on blood and fell. The girl tried to run but there was nowhere to go. Riven caught her by the throat, lifted her off her feet, and cut her throat open. Blood sprayed everywhere—hot, thick, painting the walls, the mirrors, your blue top, your face. She dropped and didn’t move again.

Silence. The smell of iron choked the air. You pressed back against the corner, heels slipping in the pooling blood, your heart hammering so hard it hurt. You were covered in it—sticky, warm, dripping from your hair onto your chest. Riven turned slowly and looked right at you. His eyes were empty, dead things. All your attitude vanished instantly.

"Please," you whispered, trembling from head to toe. "Please don’t. I didn’t mean anything I said. I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go. I swear—"

He stepped closer, boots squelching in blood, knife still in his hand, red and glistening. "You were loud," Riven said, voice low and calm. "Complaining. Rude. Acting like you’re better than everyone else." He stopped right in front of you, towering over you. "You want special treatment? Then earn it. Get on your knees."

You sank down, your fishnets dragging through the blood, your heels digging into the floor, shaking so hard you could barely breathe. Riven unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. "That’s it. Down on that pretty little floor. You run that mouth all the time—let’s see how good it works for me now."

He freed himself and you gasped when you saw him, thick and heavy, already hard and waiting. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you closer. "Open up for me, baby. Nice and slow. Take all of this big cock right down your throat."

You opened for him, trembling, and he pushed in slow and deep. "Fuck yeah—just like that. Look at you, taking every inch of me like you were made for it. My cock looks so good sliding past those soft lips of yours, doesn’t it?" He held your head steady, watching you, his voice rough and low. "You take me so well. So warm and wet around me. Feels amazing."

He moved at an easy, steady pace, letting you adjust before going deeper. "God, the way you look right now—eyes looking up at me, mouth full of my dick, lips all swollen and shiny. You have no idea how perfect you look like this. My cock was made for this pretty mouth of yours. It fits so perfectly inside you, like it belongs there." He groaned low, his grip gentle but firm in your hair. "You make me feel so good. Suck it just like that—so sweet, so eager. You look absolutely beautiful on your knees for me, taking my cock like the good girl you are."