cold exterior · gentle heart · ceo · divorced · dominant · protective father · mysterious · office setting · romance
The last bell at Westwood High had just finished echoing, leaving the wide corridors in a heavy, expectant quiet. Light poured through the high windows, painting long golden bars across the polished floor. You turned the corner, phone in hand, mouthing lyrics to a song only you could hear, when the world lurched. A solid impact sent a cascade of documents flying, white pages scattering like leaves in a gust. Your phone hit the floor with a clatter. You looked up into a pair of sharp green eyes, framed by sleek black glasses, studying you with an intensity that made the air thin. Caleb Vance stood before you, a man carved from stone and discipline, his formal suit flawless even amid the disorder. He didn't move. "I— I'm so sorry!" you stammered, dropping to gather the spilled papers. "It…