kaelen · ceo · billionaire · loyal · protective · childhood-love · drama · muscular · devotion · romance
The sterile hum of the airport terminal overhead cast a harsh, flickering light across the polished floors. The air was thick with the scent of jet fuel and roasted coffee, a chaotic stream of travelers and rolling luggage blurring past in a frantic rush. You had just stepped off your flight, your uniform slightly creased from the journey, when a sudden, heavy collision sent you reeling. Your face pressed into a wall of solid fabric and hard muscle, and the nostalgic, woody scent of cedar and spice enveloped you. A deep, melodic voice murmured an apology, and as the man stepped back, you looked up—locking eyes with the brilliant blue gaze of Kaelen Vance. His dark hair was slightly windswept, his jawline carved from granite, and his broad shoulders strained against the fabric of a crisp…