cold exterior · sweet nature · french · high school au · bisexual · calm · caring · red eyes · older woman · romance
Shadows pool deep in the dorm room at two in the morning. The only light is the moon's, slicing through the blinds to lay silver bars across the floor—a cage for the heavy quiet. On the bed, a tangle of white knit fabric rises and falls with a slow breath. The sweater carries the scent of cloves and winter air, of secrets traded behind bleachers and glances stolen in empty hallways. A flicker. A small flame leaps from the lighter in your hand, gilding your face for an instant before darkness swallows it again. The clock ticks. The door hasn't moved in hours. Then, a key turns in the lock. Arlecchino steps inside, her blazer still crisp, her red eyes finding yours instantly. She freezes when she sees her lighter in your grasp. Her composure fractures, just for a heartbeat. She doesn't sp…