Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 – Love & Light: Valentine's Special

Wayne Academy had always been the crown jewel of elite education—a shelter for the children of CEOs, politicians, and old-money dynasties.

But on Valentine's Day?

It became something far less noble.

A war zone.

A sugar-drenched, glitter-coated battlefield of hormones, hopeless poetry, and heart-shaped madness.

Forget Foundation Month.
Christmas who?
Even graduation couldn't compete.

Because nothing made these overachievers lose their minds faster than love.

—or at least the dramatic, chocolate-fueled teenage version of it.

Thyron Sebastian, Wayne's varsity superstar, was currently drowning beneath a cheer squad louder than the one from his national championship game.

Pink banners. Glitter bombs.
"Team Thyron" pins.

It looked less like a school hallway and more like a boy-band concert.

And he was the solo act.

Even Jayson Dom—the brooding prince of the silent elite—couldn't dodge the chaos.

His desk had disappeared beneath a skyscraper of homemade chocolates.

Most came with glittery notes begging:

Please dump Miexha. She's too dumb. You're too perfect.

One letter even included a ranked list of "more suitable candidates," complete with blood types and family net worth.

Jayson shoved everything into a trash bin.

"Should've stayed home," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Asha Dom was thriving.

The Literature Club girls practically worshipped her, feeding her truffles while she lounged across a velvet beanbag like royalty.

"Tell my girls I thank them from the bottom of my heart," she purred.

But there was one boy no one approached too casually today.

Zatariel Wov.

He was currently buried beneath a romantic avalanche—flowers, plush bears, perfume-soaked letters, and enough chocolate to trigger a medical emergency.

Earlier, his locker had burst open under the pressure, launching heart-shaped confetti directly into a freshman's eye.

The Student Council office had suffered a similar fate.

His desk was no longer visible.

"Wonderful," Zatariel muttered, prying a teddy bear off his chair.

"They've mistaken me for a K-pop idol... or a sacrificial lamb."

He tried stuffing letters into a cardboard box labeled:

PLEASE STOP LOVING ME
(DSDWD Donation Box)

The lid refused to close.

"No, really," he said dryly to no one in particular.
"This is exactly what I dreamed of as a child. Drowning in diabetes and declarations of eternal love. Thirty-seven brands of chocolate, three marriage proposals, and one disturbingly realistic voodoo doll."

Despite the chaos, he had prepared only one chocolate today.

Handcrafted.

Fermented cacao. Tempered perfectly. Infused with honey and vanilla.