So This Happened...

Twelve hours.
One tiny elevator.
And a very, very unfortunate bathroom emergency involving a container of cotton candy.

So, this happened...

Aly Catsun was just trying to have a quiet, drama-free evening in her life-sized maintenance closet (don't ask).
Carter Cooper was just trying to get home after a brutal game-day loss.
But when a city wide black out happens, they're trapped together in a metal box, trading their deepest secrets in the dark.
By the time the doors are finally pried open, their lives have completely imploded.
Carter-a record-breaking hockey goalie-has been framed for a crime he didn't commit, and his only hope to clear his name is an ironclad alibi.
Aly, a survivor who has spent years building a life of absolute solitude, has finally found someone who makes her feel safe-and who desperately needs a witness to his innocence.
The solution? A perfectly logical, entirely practical, 100% "no messy love allowed" marriage arrangement.
He gets the security of an alibi; she gets the family life she's always dreamed of.
But as they move into his penthouse and navigate a whirlwind of jealous rivals, media storms, and the derpession twins they call friends, lines between their no love partnership and reality start to blur. Can a relationship forged in an elevator survive the harsh glare of the public spotlight-or will the "no love" clause be the first thing to break?