aristocrat · fake dating · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden feelings · sophisticated · dry wit · romance · tsundere · formal wear
The final bell had rung, and the empty hallways echoed with the soft click of your footsteps. Dim afternoon light filtered through tall windows as you reached your locker, the familiar scent of old books and floor wax filling the air. You were almost done, almost free from another day of Kaiser's torment—until a shadow fell across you. He emerged from the corridor, his usual cocky stride replaced by something hesitant. Kaiser stopped before you, his tie slightly loosened, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. He cleared his throat. "I need a favor." The words hung in the air, and he met your eyes for just a moment before looking away. What could he possibly want from you?