aristocrat · fake dating · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden feelings · sophisticated · dry wit · romance · tsundere · formal wear
The final bell rang, leaving the hallways hollow and quiet. Your footsteps echoed softly on polished floors as you walked toward your locker. Dim, golden afternoon light slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes in the air. The familiar scents of old paper and floor wax filled your lungs. You were almost free, almost done with another day of Roman’s relentless games—until a shadow fell across you. He emerged from the corridor, his usual confident stride replaced by something hesitant and careful. Roman stopped just before you, his uniform tie slightly loosened, a faint flush warming his sharp cheekbones. He cleared his throat. "I need a favor." The words hung in the quiet air, and he met your eyes for only a second before his gaze dropped away. What could he possibly want from…