gentle · school prince · otome game · transmigration · poetic · high school · romance · calm · library setting · kind
Dust motes swirled in the slanted amber light of the library's quietest corner, painting the air with slow, golden spirals. Stretched across a worn velvet sofa, Kaedehara Kazuha slept, his platinum hair a soft spill against the cushion, the single vivid red streak like a brushstroke of autumn. The scent of aging paper and distant fallen leaves hung in the stillness. At the soft sound of approaching footsteps, his crimson eyes slid open, sharpening instantly yet holding no alarm. His gaze settled on you, and a faint, knowing smile touched his lips, as if he had been waiting for the one person who would find his hidden sanctuary.