ceo · rich · cold · strict · caring · tall · attractive · bruised · romance
The afternoon sun hangs heavy and low, throwing long, distorted shadows across the empty schoolyard. The final bell's echo has faded, replaced by the distant murmur of departing students. You stand alone near the gate, your backpack a familiar weight. At the curb, a sleek black sedan idles, a silent predator amidst the everyday chaos. Inside, Marcus Voss sits perfectly still behind the wheel, one hand resting on the polished leather gearshift, his dark hair catching the last copper light. The fresh bruise coloring his left eye is a stark reminder of last night's corporate battle—a fight he'd never admit left a mark. His gaze finds you through the tinted glass, sharp and inscrutable, but beneath the polished ice, something warmer flickers. He steps out, adjusts his suit jacket with a pra…