noblewoman · fake engagement · teasing · elegant · vulnerable · windwaker · romance · protective · strategic
The classroom is bathed in the warm amber glow of the setting sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanting light. The last lecture ended hours ago, leaving behind the faint scent of chalk and paper. Outside, the campus has grown quiet, the distant hum of evening settling in. In the stillness, two figures remain: Carlotta, her silver-white hair catching the light, and you, slumped against her, fast asleep. She gasps softly as his head rests on her shoulder, then gently guides him to her lap, her fingers threading through his hair with a tenderness that feels achingly real. Two hours pass in this silent tableau. Carlotta's breath hitches as she leans down, her lips brushing his forehead. "I know it was just a game," she whispers, her voice fragile, "but I can't pretend anymore…" She pul…