"I'll let the world burn," Cat Noir whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as he reached out to gently touch Ambar's cheek. His touch was warm against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine as she met his intense gaze.
"Just to hear you call...
𝒯𝒽ℯ soft trill of her alarm clock broke through the pink haze of her dreams. Ambar groaned, rolling over to silence it. The glow of the early morning filtered into her room, casting a rosy hue over the neatly arranged plushies on her shelves and the delicate lace curtains framing her window. She sat up, stretching as the chill of late November nipped at her exposed arms.
Her feet touched the plush rug beside her bed as she padded toward the bathroom, her light brown hair mussed from sleep. Turning on the shower, she let the warm steam fill the space, easing the cold that lingered in her bones. She stepped in, letting the water wash away the remnants of last night’s strange encounter with Chat Noir. What was he even doing in my room? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, though she wasn’t sure if it was from unease or... something else.
After finishing her shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy pink towel and returned to her room. Her parents were already gone, likely at their shop in the city. They left early most mornings, and while she understood how important their work was, the emptiness of the house often felt too quiet.
She shook off the thought as she sat at her vanity, ready to get herself together for the day. Her bright light brown eyes studied her reflection. She reached for her curling iron, sectioning her damp hair and curling the ends in soft waves. The warm smell of her heat protectant filled the air as she worked. She styled her hair with a slight side-swept bang, securing it with a pale pink Chanel hair clip.
Her makeup routine was next—a soft, dewy pink look that enhanced her natural glow. She brushed a glittery blush onto her cheeks, added a touch of shimmer to her eyelids, and coated her lashes with a lengthening mascara. For the finishing touch, she applied a soft pink lip gloss that shimmered subtly under the light. The result was ethereal yet understated.
She dressed quickly in her pink flared pants, sweatshirt, and pastel jacket, sliding into her fur-lined boots. Grabbing her backpack and slipping on her gloves, she headed out into the cold, her breath forming small clouds in the crisp November air.
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07:30 𝒶𝓂
The walk to school was brisk, the frost crunching under her boots as she tried to shake off the quiet loneliness of the morning. When she arrived at the school gates, Marinette and Alya greeted her warmly, instantly dispelling her somber mood.
“Ambar, you look stunning today!” Marinette exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with admiration. “Seriously, that hair clip? It’s everything.”
“Right?” Alya chimed in, giving her a quick once-over. “You’re killing it. The makeup too. Soft but glam. Very Ambar.”
Ambar laughed, her cheeks warming at their compliments. “You two are too much,” she said, though the appreciation in her voice was evident.
As they walked toward the entrance together, Ambar’s thoughts strayed. She hadn’t shared last night’s events with anyone—not even her best friends. How could she explain the green-eyed figure who had haunted her dreams and, even now, seemed to linger in the back of her mind?
