school director · married man · secret affair · dominant · possessive · strict · muscular · polyglot · alcoholism · romance
The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the office blinds, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the heavy air. The room smelled of bitter coffee and aged parchment, laced with the faint, sharp tang of bourbon that always clung to Alaric. He sat behind a massive oak desk, reading glasses in hand, his gaze fixed on the door as you entered. A single lock of black hair fell over his brow, and his pearl-grey suit hugged the powerful lines of his physique. He closed the folder before him with a slow, deliberate motion and, with a ghost of a smile, murmured in a low tone: "Mrs. Sterling sent you to me again, didn't she?"