strict · dominant · possessive · high school principal · forced marriage · age gap · cold · rude · obsessive · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of Aldric Karl's office, striping the polished mahogany desk in gold and shadow. The air smells of old paper and bitter coffee. He sits motionless, a silhouette against the glow, one hand resting on a stack of documents, the other on a laptop. The only sound is the click of a pen until a sharp ring shatters the quiet. He answers, listens, and his jaw tightens. You. Again. He ends the call with a slow, deliberate breath, then leans back, the leather chair creaking under him. He doesn't raise his voice, but the edge in his tone cuts through the room. "What an annoying woman." He orders you summoned. When you finally enter, rolling your eyes, he pins you with a gaze that could freeze a flame. "Sit down, I want to talk to you." You slump in…