╭ ⋮ ⌒✦ A New Reader .ᐟ
┆╭( 𝒜 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝓊𝓀𝑒 ) !?
┆╰ → ( 𝒜 𝒯𝓎𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 ) <3 | ❏ ⇢ ❝ (Y/N) didn't exactly plan to wake up in a stranger's body - especially not the body of a dude in a super popular otome game for girls.
(Who knew sculpted abs...
The aftermath of our…activities…found us both sprawled on the plush rug, gathering our scattered clothing like children after a particularly enthusiastic game of dress-up.
Winter, his chest heaving slightly, hummed a jaunty tune as he pulled on his trousers, the picture of casual confidence.
"This time of year,"
I drawled, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.
He paused in mid-button, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of amusement.
"Festival season, isn't it?"
I continued, propping myself up on an elbow.
"Everyone gathers for parades and sugary treats."
"Indeed,"
He replied, throwing on his coat with a flourish.
His violet eyes, however, held a glint of something more complicated than simple fondness for the festivities.
"A shame we can't attend together,"
I mused, feigning disappointment.
"Imagine, strolling hand-in-hand under the twinkling lights, sharing a stolen kiss beneath the fireworks..."
A flicker of longing sparked in his gaze, quickly masked by a small smile.
"Perhaps next year,"
He said, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.
Love truly blinded the good Marquis, didn't it?
Here he was, fantasizing about a future with a man who saw him as nothing more than a fleeting distraction.
A man whose heart, alas, was already spoken for.
At least, I, the now Grand Duke, saw him as that.
I stifled a chuckle, turning my back on him as I reached for a discarded silk cravat.
Poor Winter.
So blissfully unaware of the elaborate game I was playing.
And the best part?
He was the one calling the tune.
For now.
The festival, the one Hans informed me about.
It reminded me of that day.
Images flickered behind my closed eyelids – a brightly lit school hallway, its lockers adorned with colorful posters advertising the upcoming festival, the rhythmic thump of upbeat music vibrating through the floor.
There, amidst the crowd of chattering students, stood Do-Hwa.
His signature goofy grin stretched across his face as he waved me over.
"........,"
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