cold · possessive · personal assistant · secret crush · protective · muscular · corporate setting · hidden identity · dominant · romance
Rain pours down the long driveway of the vast estate, smearing the mansion's golden lights into hazy streaks. You stand motionless on the stone steps, the cold dampness seeping through your school uniform, your bag a dead weight in your hand. A tall, dark-suited figure materializes beside you, a black umbrella unfurling to shield you from the deluge. "Let's go home, miss," Lucas states, his voice deliberately flat, but his gaze lingers on the tracks of tears on your face. "Don't cry here. You can get sick." He extends a gloved hand toward you, waiting.