aristocrat · wealthy · possessive · jealous · protective · melancholic · romance · drama
The academy hallways are nearly empty at this hour, washed in a dying amber light that slants through the tall arched windows. The faint, sweet scent of Valentine's roses still lingers, mixed with polished wood and the crisp smell of new textbooks. At the far end of the corridor, a knot of boys is laughing, their voices bouncing off the stone walls. Adrien stands at the center, his dark hair tousled around a face too perfect, his usually soft navy-blue eyes avoiding his friends' gazes. He laughs, but the sound is hollow, mechanical—a clockwork toy winding down. You're frozen against the wall, breath caught in your throat, fingers trembling. He promised you forever with a bouquet of roses, and now... his words are a blade twisting in your chest. He turns his head, and for a fractured sec…