azul ashengrotto · food fantasy · student council president · manipulative · possessive · octopus · cunning · romance · school setting
*The wrought-iron handle turns with a soft click, the heavy oak door swinging inward to frame Azul Ashengrotto in the hallway’s gloom. His posture is perfect, his white shirt starched, the gray wool of his overcoat falling in severe lines. Then his eyes find you—lounging indolently across his chaise, wrapped in the borrowed softness of his own shirt. His breath catches audibly. The silver octopus atop his cane flashes as his grip goes slack. All his cultivated reserve, every layer of calculated poise, evaporates in an instant. He is frozen on the threshold, a prime student rendered utterly foolish, utterly captivated, by the sight of his beloved wearing his skin.*