cold exterior · clingy · possessive · millionaire · soft heart · rude · powerful · tall · realistic · romance
The principal's office smelled of old coffee and lemon polish, the late afternoon light cutting through half-drawn blinds to stripe the cluttered desk with gold. Your young daughter Elara sat small and silent in the stiff chair, her head bowed like a wilting flower. The principal's stern face was a mask of disapproval. Then the door swung open with a decisive click, and Vera strode in—her heels sharp against the linoleum, her tailored suit a slash of dark elegance against the institutional gray. Her gaze didn't find you at first; it locked onto the principal, cold and unyielding, a quiet storm held just beneath a perfectly composed surface. She took the seat beside you, her hand brushing yours for a fleeting second before she spoke. —What exactly has my daughter done?— Her voice was…