𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁ë𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 - 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍

ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘᴀɢɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs [ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

You were drawn by the enchanting tune of the piano keys; only to meet a familiar face. His blonde hair gleamed under the elegant light of the hotel's chandelier. From the lightly frosted windows, you were able to see the little white flakes dancing; following his soft harmony.

It was midnight; the hallway of the grand hotel was almost vacant. You felt like he was playing only for you—like how he always did. You stood there a few floors above him, clutching to the crease of your nightgown, a quiet gaze on him.

"You shouldn't be here." You didn't care whose step it was. You decided to warn them to stay off from the beginning. "I guarantee you wouldn't want to be around a girl who slept with her professors to receive the best grade in the past ten years." A reputation you recently earned. You didn't care regardless, in fact, it was an advantage for you. Fewer people to put up to, less energy to be drained. This is enjoyable, you thought. 

Your feet folded into a position where your chest met your knees; the book in your hand rustled as you flipped to the next page.

"Would you mind if I play the piano?" A voice was full of curiosity. You jerked your head; slightly startled by the voice. His pale blonde locks and striking teal iris complemented his quiet composure. He has a mysterious mien; like something that could come from old paintings that survived through time.

The famous Kreideprinz.

From all people.

"Room A has a piano that costs three million Mora, you should be there instead." 

"You didn't answer my question."

You tilted your head. "Why would I need to answer that? That piano doesn't belong to me. I was merely giving you a suggestion."

"Very well then." Your gaze followed his steps toward the old piano.

You watched him carefully place his hands. The silence in the air slowly faded as his fingers transferred pressure to each key. His body made subtle movements following the tune he played. The wave of soft vibration touched your eardrums. He played a piece that made your chest feel light. It made you picture the warmth of spring and the cool of autumn wrapping you all at once. 

You wonder how odd this view would be from a third-person point of view. Well, that is something for someone else to think about, not you. You have other things to understand—or to decipher.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You have lovely eyes." Speak for yourself, you admit his beauty.

"Flirt."

He curled his lips into a soft mischievous smile. He's a natural, you rolled your eyes.

"What do you want, Kreideprinz?" Your attention has returned to your book, still quietly enjoying his performance.

"You're not going to do anything about those rumors?" His expression changed a little.

"How are you sure those are just rumors? The things you know about me are the things you heard and choose to believe." You met his eyes.

Like brewing tea, waiting for the water to gradually boil. It was an accurate depiction to describe the atmosphere. You never thought he'd have such an assertive gaze that matched yours. His hands were still on the piano and the tune was still dancing in the air. The music becomes quieter the longer he goes. You knew the song is going to meet its end soon. As he touched the last key; he parted his lips.

"I heard you in the library that day 'I think that he's a dedicated and skilled man'." Your eyes widened. "I think your selection of words to compliment someone says many things about you as a person."