By Lexi Ray — Chancellor

"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes.

"I apologize, Chancellor," Elena replied, striving to keep her voice professional and steady. "The board meeting ran over." Chancellor by Lexi Ray

He didn't look up immediately. He was signing a document, his hand moving with precise, practiced efficiency. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark, impeccably tailored suit that seemed to radiate power. "I have been busy with my thesis, sir,"

The heavy oak doors of the Chancellor’s private office clicked shut, cutting off the bustling noise of the university hallway. Elena stood rooted to the spot, clutching a stack of files against her chest like a shield. Behind the massive mahogany desk sat the man she had been avoiding for three full weeks. He was signing a document, his hand moving

The Chancellor’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the movement of her hand. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them across the desk. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building since the day they met.