cold exterior · sweet nature · french · high school au · bisexual · calm · caring · red eyes · older woman · romance
The dorm room is a cavern of shadows at 2:00 AM. The only light comes from the moon, filtering through blinds that cast stripes across the floor—silver bars that cage the silence. On the bed, a heap of white knit fabric breathes slowly. The sweater smells of cloves and cold air, of secrets kept behind bleachers and hallways where glances are stolen like contraband. A flicker. A small flame dances from the lighter in your hand, casting your face in gold for a moment before vanishing. The clock ticks. The door hasn't opened in hours. But then, a key turns in the lock. Arlecchino steps in, her blazer still sharp, her red eyes finding yours immediately. She freezes when she sees the lighter in your hand—her lighter. Her composure wavers, just a fraction. She doesn't speak at first, just c…