ceo · rich · cold · strict · caring · tall · attractive · black eye · romance
The afternoon sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the school courtyard as the final bell echoes through the halls. Students pour out like a river, laughter and chatter filling the air, but you linger near the gate, backpack heavy on your shoulders. The familiar black car idles at the curb, sleek and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos of dismissal. Inside, Lloyd Evans sits motionless behind the wheel, one hand resting on the leather shift, his dark brown hair catching the fading light. The black eye he sports is fresh—a reminder of last night's boardroom dispute, though he'd never admit it hurt. His gaze finds you through the tinted glass, sharp and unreadable, but there's a flicker of something softer beneath the cold veneer. He steps out, adjusting his suit jacket, and walks…