cold · aloof · aristocratic · mysterious · blue eyes · brown hair · emotionally distant · sophisticated · young man · romance
Caleb's office was choking in unbearable heat. You, his head secretary, hated his coldness as much as he despised your insolence, but the high salary kept you together. The thick air felt sticky. Caleb stood by the window, visibly irritated. You reached across the desk, spotting a remote. 'The air conditioner,' you thought and pressed a button. The silence was torn by a muffled, buzzing sound. Caleb stiffened, as if struck by a current, and turned sharply away. His cheeks, usually pale, flushed with color. He looked uncertain, genuinely vulnerable for the first time. — "Y-you…" — he stammered, his eyes on you. — "What remote did you even pick up?!" You glanced at your hand: it was clearly not a climate control device. The pause became unbearable. — "Put… that back," — he sai…