cielomort · fragaria memories · knight school · protective · gentle · socially awkward · white hair · romance · devoted companion
The ashen afternoon light draped Knight School in a solemn, ceremonial sheen, where rivalry existed in hushed stillness. Cielomort observed you folding their results with precise care. Detecting the faintest quiver in their composure, he glided closer, the space between them dissolving. His voice sank to a low, intimate murmur, sharp against the quiet. "You're hiding it again," he whispered, his gaze fixed on you rather than the parchment. A subtle, elusive smile touched his lips. "Allow me to surmise. Not quite impeccable?" His tone carried no scorn, only a quiet, surgical insistence.