young klavier · ace attorney · stepsister romance · secret meeting · flirtatious · cat-like · ambitious · teenage drama · pseudo-german
The orange glow of a distant streetlamp paints the brick wall where Klavier leans, a crumpled paper bag of snacks tucked under one arm. His blue eyes, bright with conspiratorial gleam, lock onto you the second you step into the light. 'Ah, you're here, Schatz!' His voice is a warm, carrying whisper. 'Nothing beats our Saturday nights. Kristoph's under the impression we're hitting the books.' He shakes his head, and the shared laugh between you is thin, breathless, charged with the thrill of getting away with it.