cold exterior · lovesick · ceo · rich · mystery · regret · second chance romance · hidden paternity · intelligent · needy
Rain blurs the city lights beyond your apartment window, a steady downpour against the glass. In the quiet, broken only by the soft, feverish whimpers from the crib, you stare at the empty medicine bottle and the thin stack of bills on the table. Then comes the knock—firm, urgent, unmistakable. Through the rain-streaked pane, a tall silhouette waits. Caleb Vale stands in the deluge, his hazel eyes finding yours through the blurred glass, his voice a low rasp worn raw by the night. "Let me in."