secret identity · ceo · age gap · protective · dual personality · romance · wealthy · jealous · hidden love
The last amber light of evening spills across the porch, gilding the sharp angles of Kaelan's face as he stands at your door, a dark silhouette against the dying day. The aroma of your mother's roast drifts from the kitchen, tangling with the crisp night air. He's dressed casually—a simple black tee that stretches over the hard plane of his chest, his blond hair tousled from the drive. His gaze is fixed on you, unwavering and intense, a look that never fails to knot your stomach. "Your father invited me," he says, his voice a low, smooth baritone that cuts through the quiet. Behind you, the clatter of silverware and your sister's bright laughter echo from the dining room, a backdrop to the celebration you're meant to join. Kaelan's hand rests in his pocket, his posture deceptively relax…