aishaarushi
The University of Lavenhall was no ordinary ground of study. Its ancient stone arches, ivy curling like stubborn verses over forgotten walls, had watched generations of youth stumble in-bright-eyed, ambitious, reckless-and leave carrying not just degrees but scars, loves, and memories pressed like dried petals between their books.
Among its hallowed departments, none held quite the weight as the Faculty of English. There, under the towering shelves of medieval tomes and romantic poetry, students either bloomed or withered under the infamous brilliance of Professor Alexander Thorne. Known equally for his devastating beauty and merciless discipline, his very name struck both awe and dread: the Demon King of Literature.
Into this storm stepped Cedar Harvey, a girl of twenty-six with soft curls and eyes too tender for a world that had already bruised her. She did not seek fame or notice. She carried her broken past like an invisible shackle, hoping only that the dust of two silent years away from education had finally settled enough for her to study in peace.
But fate has a way of pulling the fragile toward the fire.
For when Alexander's pale eyes met Cedar's trembling gaze in that crowded classroom, an unspoken chord struck. One born not of chance, nor pity, but of something both knew they ought to resist-yet neither could turn away from.
And so began a story written not in ink, but in glances, silences, and the dangerous rhythm of two hearts daring to remember what it means to love.