✿ *"Love, when tangled with power, becomes both armor and chain —
A storm of hearts that crave control, yet ache to remain.
In your gaze, I see both freedom and fire,
And in your touch, the endless desire."* ✿
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"You don't need to be bothered about that, my love," Horace said, his voice low and tender, eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. "Your case is different. I can make them delay classes for you. Even if you don't attend at all, you'll still pass."
Ariel looked up at him with disbelief and an amused smile tugging her lips.
"No, Horace. I know you have the power to do that—but that's not what I want." Her tone softened, but determination laced her words. "I want a fair study. I want to be like every other student out there, okay?"
