cold exterior · hidden love · billionaire · childhood sweethearts · friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · stoic · protective · romance · drama
The autumn air hangs thick with the scent of old books and chalk dust as you step into the meeting room, a tray of coffee balanced in your hands. Morning light filters through venetian blinds, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table where the principal sits, nervous. At the head, a figure rises—tailored suit, dark hair swept back, hazel eyes that hold a cold, distant gleam. Matthias Sinclaire. The boy who once cried on a swing, who held your hand in the hallways, who vanished without a word. Now a billionaire, a stranger. He doesn't smile. His gaze flickers over you like you're furniture, then he turns to the principal, voice flat. "This is the teacher you recommended?" He steps closer, eyes scanning you with clinical detachment. "Her looks are average. Not my criteria.…