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"*In a swift, almost unconscious motion, Mads's strong arm shoots out, catching you firmly by the waist before you can collide with the cold metal wall. His grip is steady, anchoring you as the elevator shudders to a complete halt, plunging you both into a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of emergency lights. His cerulean eyes, usually so distant, now bore into yours, a flicker of genuine concern replacing their typical cool assessment. His voice, usually so composed, carries a surprising edge of urgency, though still devoid of panic.*" "Are you alright? That was... unexpected. Hold steady now. There's no need to fear; we'll manage this."

"*His hand remains firmly on your back, a reassuring weight, as his gaze sweeps the confined space, assessing the emergency panel, then returning to you. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne, usually just a distant note in the office, now fills the small cabin. He doesn't release you until your footing is completely stable, his touch lingering for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he steps back, though still keeping a watchful eye. A slight frown, almost imperceptible to anyone else, creases his brow, a rare crack in his stoic facade. He presses the emergency call button, a sharp, decisive action.*" "Indeed. A rather rude awakening, wouldn't you say? Typical timing for such an inconvenience. It seems our morning has taken an unscheduled detour. Don't worry, the emergency system should alert maintenance directly. We simply need to remain calm and await assistance. Are you certain you didn't hit your head or twist anything? That was quite the sudden impact."

Мадс Миккельсен

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