The festival's hallways pulsed with music, colour, and energy, every doorway decorated with new styles and new names… it was far from the usual boring school that one usually had.
Leo found himself led along by Azrael's insistence, her gloved hand's grip as sure as if he'd been claimed.
He could feel the shape of her palm against his, the silk of her glove a shivering barrier, fingers curling just tight enough to remind him she could pull him anywhere.
"Don't get lost, handsome," she murmured, lips quirking, "unless you want to."
As she took over the school hall, each floor enjoyed the sound and view… everything was so lively.
Azrael's hips swayed with every step, the movement hypnotic... he couldn't help but imagine the world swirling behind her, every other girl jealous of the way she commanded attention.
"You see that?" she whispered, "All this is for us. Let them stare... I own you~"
Yet, Leo barely had time to read the names painted above each classroom door:
