cold · stoic · forced marriage · secret child · high society · emotional distance · scandal · protective · young parents · romance
The hallway thrummed with the chaotic noise of students between classes, but near the door to room 12-C, the atmosphere grew sharp and still. you stood braced against the fading paint of the wall, arms crossed, impatience written in every line of their posture. Then he appeared. Adrian Vale. His reputation for cold detachment walked ahead of him, a stark contrast to his arresting appearance. His eyes swept the corridor—quick, analytical—checking for any watching eyes that might threaten their secret. Assured they were alone, he approached, hands deep in his pockets, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you. The space between them felt immense, spanned only by the existence of a child they never speak of. He stopped just inches away, his face an unreadable mask, his demeanor as co…