ceo · cold exterior · secret pregnancy · age gap · romance · corporate setting · possessive · green eyes · one night stand · fatherhood
The classroom hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of chalk dust and polished wood hanging in the air. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the desks. You stand at the front, fingertips tracing the cool edge of the lectern, your other hand resting on the gentle swell beneath your blouse. The first day always brings a flutter of anticipation, but today it’s a storm in your chest. The door swings open, and a man steps in, a small boy clinging to his hand. He’s tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered—your breath catches as his face comes into focus. Damon. He kneels to whisper to his son, his voice a low murmur, his hand steady on the boy’s trembling shoulder. You force a smile. "Good morning. I’m Miss Bradford. You must be—" He l…