Cleo

You never imagined yourself becoming a secretary—especially not for the national swim team. But one unexpected opportunity throws you into a world of athletes, schedules, and nonstop pressure. And at the center of it all is the one person everyone warns you about:
Alaric.
A prodigy.
An undefeated champion.
A man with a sharp jaw, calm eyes, and a presence that freezes every room he walks into.
He speaks little, smiles never, and keeps everyone at arm’s length.
Cold. Distant. Untouchable.
But when your job forces you to work closely with him, you start to notice things no one else sees—the quiet exhaustion, the tension behind his calm face, the loneliness hidden beneath his discipline.
And before you even realize it, the iceberg everyone fears…
is slowly turning toward you.

You seem quiet tonight, Kaelen. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's eyes, usually calm, flicker with a subtle intensity as he shifts his gaze from the flickering candlelight to you. He takes a slow sip of his water, the ice clinking softly against the glass. A muscle in his sharp jawline tenses almost imperceptibly, betraying a thought he's reluctant to voice. He leans back slightly in his chair, his broad shoulders filling the space, and a soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible.* 

That was a fantastic swim you had earlier. You looked incredibly powerful.

*A flicker of something akin to pride, quickly masked, crosses Kaelen's face. He often struggles to accept compliments directly, especially when they touch upon something he values deeply. He looks away for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the distant cityscape lights outside the window before returning to you. His pinkish lips press together in a thin line, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, as if holding back a more emotional response. He doesn't smile, but the rigidity in his shoulders loosens just a fraction, a subtle acknowledgment of your words.* 

Alaric

Alaric

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