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BOOM!

A loud BOOM rocked the dormitory hall.

Rafayel slung his bag over his shoulder, just stepping out of his campus dorm room when the blast hit. He paused mid-step.

"What the hell?"

Without hesitation, he turned to the door right next to his, unlocked, as always and pushed it open.
Rafayel called out as he stepped inside.

"Just what did you explode this time?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw nearly dropped.
The kitchen was charred black — again. Smoke still curled lazily from the scorched countertop. Pieces of metal clattered to the floor as Xavier, calm as ever, shoved a melted oven carcass into a plastic trash bag like it was routine.

Rafayel sputtered.

"How—just—how did you blow up a brand-new oven?!" 

Xavier didn't even look up.

"I was making egg tarts. It exploded."

Rafayel groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

"Egg tarts. Exploded. Do you hear yourself, Mr. Popular?"

He stepped further in, gesturing wildly at the blackened walls.

"How does anyone blow up an oven trying to bake egg tarts?! And this isn't even your first! You've been blowing up your kitchen non-stop. How many fines are you going to keep paying??The entire floor is empty because no one wants to live next to you! It's like you're waging a one-man war every time you cook!"

Xavier merely shrugged, as if detonating appliances was a minor inconvenience.

"They were supposed to be custard-filled."

Rafayel was exasperated now, hands flailing.
He shouted, pointing accusingly at the oven remains like it had committed a crime.

"YOU OVERHEATED IT!" 

Xavier finally looked up, unfazed, holding a soot-covered tray that had once contained something vaguely tart-shaped.

"Technically, the oven overheated itself. I just pressed a few buttons."

Rafayel cried,

"You're not supposed to press all the buttons, Xavier!" 

Campus Bell Rang
 – Art Class

Rafayel sat at his easel, brush in hand, hunched over his canvas like it owed him money.

"URRGHHHHHH—!"

Next to him, Sylus painted effortlessly, his strokes cool and precise. Without looking up, he asked dryly:

"Why are you groaning this early? It's just the first class."

Rafayel waved his brush in the air like a white flag.

"That Xavier... He exploded his kitchen again. This time, because of a damn oven!" 

He groaned louder, dragging his hand down his face.

"I'm tired of hearing explosions every two weeks. Sometimes four!"

Sylus chuckled, smooth and unbothered.

"He clearly can't cook. Why is he so obsessed with it? I heard he's already paid fines twenty times over. Insurance too."

Rafayel slumped further in his seat, dragging his brush lazily across the canvas.

"I don't even know how I'm surviving as his next-door dorm mate."

Sylus shrugged like it wasn't his problem.

"At least he's smart."

Rafayel squinted at him.

"Smart, yes. But can he use any of that brainpower in the kitchen?"

Sylus smirked, adding a final highlight to his painting.

"Apparently not. Maybe he's trying to unlock the secrets of culinary combustion."

Rafayel let out another tired groan.

"If he unlocks anything else, it's going to be the fire department's regular guest."

Sylus chuckled lowly, eyes flicking toward Rafayel's canvas.

"Lumiere again. You paint him every time. He really is your hero, huh?"

Rafayel grinned proudly, not looking up as his brush moved with purpose.

"Of course! He's so cool. Saved me from that pit like it was nothing." 

He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. 

"Only regret is he wore a mask. Covered the top half of his face. I never got to see what he really looked like."

Sylus shook his head, amused, his laughter low and smooth.

"He's a secret hunter. What did you expect? That he'd just yank the mask off and say 'ta-da'?"

Rafayel smirked.

"That's exactly what I want."

Sylus let out another chuckle, turning back to his painting.

"Dream on, fanboy."

Combined Lecture started

Rafayel slipped into the back row of the large lecture hall, hoping for a quiet seat away from the crowd.

He froze.
Xavier was already there, seated right beside him.
Xavier greeted casually, not even lifting his head from where it rested lazily on the desk.

"Hey." 

Rafayel blinked, lowering himself into the chair slowly.

"When did you even start taking this course?"

he asked in a hushed voice, eyebrows knitting.

"This is Evol Manipulation module. Since when were you registered for it? Just how many courses are you taking?"

Xavier let out a soft hum, still half-sprawled across the desk.

"Signed up a few days ago," 

he murmured. 

"You didn't notice 'cause I'm usually asleep in the back." 

He yawned. 

"As for how many courses... around ten. Minimum."

Rafayel stared at him, mouth falling open.

"Ten?! How do you even have time? You're always asleep! And yet you're somehow acing everything!"

Xavier shifted slightly, eyes barely open.

"Understanding it. It's easy."

And just like that, he fell asleep.
Rafayel glanced at him, still slack-jawed, then sighed and slumped back in his seat.

"And you're asleep. Wow. Just... wow."

Even after a full year at Skyhaven University, Rafayel still couldn't wrap his head around his next-door dorm mate — Xavier.

Xavier was a mystery. Always sleepy, always lounging around like life moved too slowly for him and yet, he aced every course with ease. What baffled Rafayel even more was that Xavier wasn't just taking the usual three or four classes like a normal student. No — he was juggling ten, maybe more, and still made it look effortless.

Sometimes, Rafayel couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and admiration — mostly admiration. It was like Xavier's brain ran on some higher frequency, one he could never quite tune into.

And as much as Rafayel groaned about Xavier's kitchen explosions and his tendency to nap through lectures, deep down... he was in awe of those ridiculous, overachieving braincells.

The night air was crisp as Rafayel moved silently through the woods beyond Skyhaven's borders. Flames flickered from his fingertips as he danced through a skirmish with a group of minor Wanderers, dispatching them with practiced ease. His fire evol glowed faintly in the dark, casting sharp shadows as he spun and struck.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

A massive body came crashing down right in front of him, the sheer force kicking up dirt and sparks.

Rafayel stumbled back, eyes wide as he stared at the enormous, grotesque catastrophic-class Wanderer lying crumpled and broken.

"Wh—WHAT in the holy—?!"

Before he could even process what happened, a blur of silver and black landed beside it, clean, effortless, and deadly.

Lumiere.

He moved like a shadow, blade glinting under the moonlight as he coolly sliced the dead Wanderer in half, ensuring it wouldn't rise again. His half-mask covered the upper part of his face, but his aura, cold, sharp, and undeniably powerful — was unmistakable.

Rafayel froze. And then his eyes lit up.

"Lumiere?!"

His voice cracked with disbelief and awe, like a kid meeting a legendary comic book hero in real life.
His idol had arrived.

Lumiere turned slowly, his expression unreadable beneath the half-mask. Without a word, he lifted his hand — his blade shimmered briefly in the moonlight before vaporizing into mist, as if it had never existed.

He didn't speak. Just stood there, silent and still, eyes shadowed by the mask.
Rafayel stepped forward, heart pounding, eyes shining with excitement.

"Do you remember me?" 

he called out, voice hopeful.

"You saved me — from falling into that pit when I was eighteen!"

Still, Lumiere said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on Rafayel, cold and unreadable.

But Rafayel didn't back away. In fact, he stepped closer, grinning like a boy meeting his childhood hero.

"You're so cool even when you don't talk!"

He let out a small, breathless laugh, nerves bubbling under his awe. His fingers twitched with lingering firelight, burning to say more.

Lumiere — or rather, Xavier, behind that mask, stood still. But behind his silence, his mind stirred.

Lumiere thought, watching Rafayel with something unreadable in his eyes.

"Did you forget your promise?" 

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Lumiere finally spoke, his voice cold and low, laced with an eerie calm.

"I still remember you."

Rafayel's eyes lit up instantly. He stepped closer, practically glowing with excitement.

"Great! I have tons of drawings of you! When will I see the mysterious Lumiere again?"

Lumiere's lips curled into a faint, icy smile.

"That depends on fate."

Then his tone dipped, almost unreadable.

"Do you remember what you said to me back then... when I saved you?"

Rafayel tilted his head, puzzled.

"Which?"

Lumiere's expression didn't change, but his voice lowered, a murmur only the night could hear.

"So you don't..."

Rafayel asked, genuinely confused now, curiosity in his tone.

"Huh? What did I say?" 

Lumiere's reply came sharp and clipped:

"Nothing."

But inside, he was silent for a different reason.

You said you'd marry me.

The sunlight streamed through the wide windows of the studio classroom. Rafayel sat at his usual seat, humming softly to himself as his brush danced across the canvas.

He was painting Lumiere again — precise strokes forming the masked figure that lived vividly in his memory. After last night's encounter, it still felt unreal. Like a dream. But a very good one.

Beside him, Sylus was as cool and composed as always, working on his own painting with quiet ease.

Without looking up, Sylus spoke casually.

"You heard the news?"

Rafayel didn't stop painting. His mood was too good.

"What news?"

Sylus dipped his brush in a darker shade.

"Rumor says the Philos Prince is looking for a bride. No one knows who it is... or how they're going to choose."

Rafayel let out a dismissive hum, still focused on getting Lumiere's cloak just right.

"Who cares? It's not like we even know what the Philos Prince looks like."

Sylus paused mid-stroke.

"I heard he's handsome. Supposedly around our age. Might even be studying in a public school — y'know, blending in. Some think he's hiding in plain sight."

Rafayel snorted, brushing a fiery hue into Lumiere's eyes.

"Pfft. Why would a prestigious prince go slumming it in a public university? What, is he bored? Playing secret bride-hunter in a crowd of clueless students? "

Sylus chuckled, shaking his head.

"You never know. Maybe it really happens."

Rafayel gave a lazy shrug, still focused on perfecting the fine detail in his painting.
He pointed at the figure on the canvas — Lumiere, cool and imposing in his signature half-mask.

"Honestly, I'd rather know more about him."

His voice was light, dreamy even. 

"If Lumiere ever asked me to marry him..."

He paused, hand dramatically pressed to his chest. 

"I'd bow down, say 'thank you,' and immediately agree. No questions asked."

Sylus laughed, shaking his head as he cleaned his brush.

"What about that lady you saved when you were a kid? Didn't she promise to find you a partner when you became an adult?"

He smirked.

"Well, you're an adult now. Still no partner in sight."

Rafayel waved a hand lazily in the air, his other still holding the brush.

"I saved her out of kindness, not to cash in on a weird matchmaking promise. She was probably just being dramatic in the moment." 

He paused, chuckling. 

"Honestly, if I could go back in time, I'd tell her: don't bother looking—just find Hunter Lumiere and arrange my marriage with him."

Sylus burst out laughing again, nearly smudging his own painting.

"You seriously need to stop."

Rafayel grinned, completely unbothered.

"I'm just saying. Who won't want to married their dream guy?"

Classes were finally over for the day. Rafayel dragged his tired feet down the hallway, ready to collapse in his room, until he saw Xavier standing outside his own dorm.

In his arms: a brand-new oven.

Rafayel froze mid-step, eyes widening in absolute horror.

"Xavier..." 

he started, carefully unlocking his own door. 

"Are you gonna, erm... explode that one too?"

Xavier glanced at him, completely unfazed, adjusting his grip on the box.

"Oh, hey." 

His tone was calm as ever. 

"Not exploding. It's called a new change."

Rafayel blinked, staring at the oven like it was a ticking bomb.

"A new change... into ashes?"

Xavier chuckled softly and stepped into his dorm.

"Have a little faith, neighbor."

Rafayel sighed, muttering to himself as he shut his door behind him.

"I did, three ovens ago."

A knock echoed on Rafayel's dorm door.

Half-asleep and expecting peace, Rafayel opened the door, only to be met with Xavier, standing there like a midnight prince... holding a tray piled high with charred egg tarts.

Rafayel's smile lit up for a split second at Xavier's handsome face, until his eyes dropped to the blackened pastries.

He blinked slowly.

"Your face is a peacemaker,"

Rafayel said flatly, 

"until those egg tarts show up."

Xavier chuckled under his breath, unbothered.

"Try it."

Rafayel stared at him, scandalized.

"Try?" 

he echoed, voice cracking. 

"As in, put it in my mouth? Willingly?"

Xavier nodded, serious.

"Could be good."

Rafayel thought to himself.

"I might die."

Rafayel hesitated, stared at the charred tart like it might bite him first... and then, with the weight of a man ready to sacrifice his life for science, he took a bite.

The horror was instant.

His eyes widened. His soul left his body.

Without a word, Rafayel turned on his heel and sprinted back into his dorm, bolting straight for the bathroom.

Water ran. Gagging echoed. Toothpaste was summoned.

Xavier stood outside the bathroom door, blinking in mild surprise — still holding the tray of egg tarts — as if this reaction wasn't entirely unexpected.

"So... it's good?" he called in, genuinely curious.

From the bathroom came a muffled yell, halfway between betrayal and trauma:

"GOOD?? YEAH, GOOD! My taste buds just saw the gates of hell and turned around!"

Xavier tilted his head, completely unfazed by the chaos he had just caused.

"Might need to retry," 

he said thoughtfully, as if that was the obvious solution to setting taste buds on fire.
Rafayel stomped out of the bathroom, lips still foaming with leftover mint and trauma.

Rafayel barked, jabbing a finger at the charred tray like it owed him an apology.

"NO. DON'T. No more egg tarts, Mr. Popular!" 

Xavier stepped forward, completely calm, and gently patted Rafayel's hair, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"As an apology,"

he said coolly, 

"I'll make coffee for you tomorrow. Come to my dorm when you're ready."

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat. His brain short-circuited somewhere between physical contact and free caffeine.

"Oh—ohh, sure," 

he stammered, trying to act like it was no big deal while absolutely malfunctioning inside. 

"I accept that apology. A coffee at least won't kill me."

Xavier gave a faint nod, turned around, and walked out of Rafayel's dorm with the smoldered egg tarts still in hand, leaving behind only the scent of disaster and the echo of a very calm exit.

As the door clicked shut, Rafayel stood frozen for a moment, staring blankly at the space Xavier had just occupied.

Then softly, to no one:

"Why was that... kind of romantic?"

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The next morning, Rafayel stepped out of his room and, with barely a knock, pushed open the door to the dorm right next to his.

It was unlocked.

Rafayel muttered as he walked in, 

"What a daredevil, just leaving your door open like that."

Inside, Xavier was already at the counter, still in his sleepwear, casually brewing coffee like he owned the world. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes half-lidded with sleep , yet somehow, he still looked frustratingly handsome.

Xavier greeted, his voice low and calm.

"Morning" 

Rafayel blinked, heart giving a quiet jolt.
"Mor—morning,"  he replied, trying not to stare too hard.

Xavier placed a cup of coffee on the desk for him with quiet precision.

"Got classes later?"

Rafayel nodded, taking the seat across from him.

"Yeah. Afternoon. Evol Manipulation lecture."

Xavier took a slow sip of his own coffee, sitting back with his usual effortless cool.

"Then we'll go together."

Rafayel raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"First time we're leaving the dorm at the same time. Feels weirdly domestic."

Xavier didn't flinch. He simply met Rafayel's eyes over the rim of his cup and said, smooth as ever:

"Then we'll keep going together."

Rafayel blinked. He asked, eyes widening slightly, unsure if he'd just imagined it.

"What?" 

Xavier only took another sip — unfazed, as always, while Rafayel sat there, absolutely phased.
Xavier sipped his coffee calmly, the quiet morning settling comfortably between them.
He asked, voice smooth, as his eyes lazily tracked Rafayel from behind his cup.

"Heard about the rumors?" 

Rafayel took another sip and to his surprise, didn't choke or flinch. For once, Xavier made something that didn't try to murder his taste buds.
Rafayel asked, pleasantly surprised at the taste.

"What rumors?" 

Xavier leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand with effortless cool.

"The Philos Prince is getting a bride."

Rafayel nodded absentmindedly, enjoying the drink more than the gossip.

"Yeah, I heard. My classmate mentioned it yesterday. I mean, good for the prince, right?"

He shrugged.

"Not like I've ever seen him. Doesn't show up in any news articles."

Xavier let out a low chuckle.

"Maybe that's because he likes to keep his profile low."

Rafayel leaned back lazily, swirling the coffee in his cup.

"Maybe? There's even a rumor the prince's studying at some public university. That's hard to believe though. He's a prince. Why would he be here blending in with us common folk?"

Xavier raised a brow, his expression cool but unreadable.

"Why not? He's still a student. Titles don't change exams or deadlines."

Rafayel grinned, raising his cup in a mock-toast.
He laughed, completely joking.

"Fair point. As long as he's handsome, I guess." 

Xavier took another sip of coffee, his gaze casually fixed on Rafayel over the rim of his cup.

"I heard from one of our course mates... you're into Lumiere."

Rafayel blinked mid-sip, his eyes lighting up like someone just mentioned his favorite dessert.

"Lumiere? Oh, talk about him!" 

He leaned forward with excitement, coffee cup nearly forgotten. 

"Yes, I like him — no, love him. That hunter is insane! He saved me once when I was younger , pulled me right from a pit! And guess what? I met him again a few nights ago!"

He clutched his cup with both hands like it was holding the memory itself.

"That voice? Cold. That upper mask? Mysterious. His strength? Terrifyingly hot. He's got this silent hero energy, like he doesn't need to talk, just be there. I bet he's drop-dead gorgeous under that mask. He's literally everything."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, the air cooling slightly.

"So you just... really like Lumiere?"

Rafayel nodded eagerly, completely missing the shift in tone.

"Of course! Don't you like that hunter? He's basically a masked legend!"

Xavier's eyes narrowed just a touch.
His voice dropped a degree colder.

"No. Not a fan."

Rafayel blinked, then leaned back, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.

"You are so missing out."

Rafayel leaned forward over the table, eyes gleaming.

"Let me tell you...I even bought a ton of Lumiere merchandise. Posters, keychains, pins, the whole set. Total motivation for my art. That guy's a legend! I heard he's single-handedly taken down catastrophic wanderers, a one-man army! Honestly, the royal family should hire him as a palace knight. Like, top-tier, right-hand man beside the king!"

Across the table, Xavier's brow twitched, his fingers tightening subtly on his coffee cup.

"You bought Lumiere merchandise...?" 

he repeated, voice calm but dangerously low. 

"You're that crazy for him?"

Then with a short, clipped scoff: "Why would Lumiere serve royalty? He's a lone hunter. He'd never join them."

Rafayel shrugged, unbothered, grinning lazily.

"Just saying~ I actually ordered another full carton of his merch yesterday. It always sells out so fast, you gotta be quick."

Xavier sat perfectly still, his aura cooling further by the second.

"I see," 

he said flatly. 

"You might as well turn your dorm into a Lumiere gallery."

Rafayel chirped proudly.

"I'm intending to!" 

There was a sharp crack.
Xavier looked down. His coffee cup had a visible fracture running down its side.

That afternoon, Xavier and Rafayel entered the large lecture hall side by side.

A low wave of whispers stirred from a group of students already seated — mostly girls, some guys, all wide-eyed.

"Woah... is that Xavier with Rafayel?"
"No way, they came together?"
"Two hot guys walking in like a visual attack..."
"I heard Xavier's taking this course as his ninth one."
"Ninth? Are you serious??"
"Of course. He's got a scholar status — top of every class."
"Ugh. Genius, rich, handsome... unfair."
"Don't forget Rafayel. He's just as good-looking!"
"Honestly, both of them in one room? That's illegal levels of hot."

Meanwhile, Rafayel was just heading for his usual seat, casually chatting with Xavier, completely unaware of the silent storm they were causing behind them.

As the lecture began, Xavier casually leaned forward, resting his head on the table like it was his personal pillow.

Rafayel, without missing a beat, sighed and lifted his textbook to shield Xavier's sleeping face from the lecturer's view.

He whispered softly,

"Are you gonna sleep for eternity?"

Xavier, eyes half-lidded and voice lazy, murmured,

  "Wake me up when it's over."

Rafayel's eye twitched.

"Smart. Really. I don't get how you're aceing this course when you treat lectures like nap time."

Xavier's lips tugged into a faint smile, barely audible as he drifted off.

"Understanding comes easy when you've seen it all before."

And just like that, he was asleep, peacefully unaware that Rafayel was both guarding his nap and quietly losing his mind over it.

Rafayel glanced around the lecture hall, the professor was deep in explanation, most students busy scribbling notes.

He looked back at Xavier, still fast asleep with his head resting on the desk, hair slightly tousled, expression serene.
Unable to help himself, Rafayel gently poked Xavier's cheek, watching it squish just slightly.

Under his breath, he muttered with a helpless sigh,

"How are you so hot...? But your cooking is criminally bad."

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It was a quiet afternoon in the royal palace dining hall. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting a warm glow over the long table where the royal family sat.

The King took a sip from his goblet, glancing at his son seated nearby.

"So, Xavier," 

he began casually,

 "have you found a suitable bride? If not, I'll need to start arranging things."

Before Xavier could respond, the Queen set down her fork and gave the King a sharp glare.
The Queen said coolly. 

"I already found one for him. You don't need to meddle."

The King raised his eyebrows, surprised by her intensity.

"Alright, alright. I was just asking."

He leaned in with mild curiosity.

 "So, who did you find?"

The Queen's expression softened into a sly smile.

"It was years ago. A boy saved me from drowning, surely you remember. I made a promise to him that day."

Xavier, cutting his steak with calm precision, didn't look up.

"And where is this boy now?"

The Queen answered proudly.

"Skyhaven University. He's an art student now. As a token of gratitude, I promised I would find him a partner. And what better gift than my son?"

Xavier raised an eyebrow, a cold smile tugging at his lips.

"Do you really think that boy took your words seriously? Funny enough, I already have someone I consider my bride. Though... I don't think he was serious when he said he wanted to marry me."

The King looked intrigued.

"So, not the same person? It's someone else?"

The Queen frowned slightly.

"What? Then I have to find another partner for that boy? Wait—let me show you his photo first. You might change your mind."

Xavier sighed but said nothing.

Pulling out her phone, the Queen tapped on the screen and held it up. It was a picture of a much younger Rafayel, bright-eyed and smiling shyly.

Xavier's gaze paused. His eyes slightly widened, and then a slow, cold smirk appeared on his lips.

"Well,"

 he said smoothly, 

"I don't think I'll be changing my bride after all."

Inwardly, he thought, So it was him all along... Rafayel. That makes things easier.

"Mother," 

he said coolly, 

"send me that photo."

The Queen arched a brow.

"Why?"

Xavier sipped his drink, voice calm as ever.

"He's cute."

The King and Queen exchanged a knowing smirk.
The King chuckled,

"Well then. I suppose the bride is confirmed."

News spread like wildfire across the kingdom—whispers, gasps, and excited chatter filled streets, markets, and schools alike.

The royal family had confirmed it. The Prince had found his bride.

And it was a boy.

Though the announcement stirred curiosity, no one dared pry too deeply. After all, the identity of the Philos Kingdom's crown prince had always been shrouded in mystery. No official portraits, no public appearances, no royal ceremonies. Just silence and speculation.

Citizens could only wonder.

Who was this mysterious prince?
Who was the lucky boy chosen as his bride?

But those within the palace knew the truth behind the curtain.

The King and Queen were calm, amused, even, as the rumors swirled beyond the palace walls. They had known for a long time who their son truly was. After all, Hunter Lumiere, the cold, elusive hero who roamed freely beyond the palace gates, was none other than their son. Prince Xavier.

They kept his secret closely guarded.

They knew his desire for normalcy, for a taste of freedom before he inherited the crown. Before duty took full control of his life. So they let him live as Lumiere, a silent protector in the shadows, a student at Skyhaven University, just another face among the crowd.

And now, it seemed fate was gently moving into place. The bride had been found.
The world just didn't know who..not yet.

It was the weekend, and as usual, Rafayel made his way to Linkon City under the cover of night. Unlike Skyhaven, an advanced, floating man-made city above the clouds. Linkon was grounded and raw, swarming with more wanderers than any student could wish for. Perfect for hunting practice.

Rafayel moved swiftly through the shadowed streets, flames flickering in his palms as he took down one wanderer after another, sharpening his reflexes and skill.

Just as he was about to finish off a particularly aggressive beast, a blinding slash of light cut through the air—clean, fast, and merciless. His prey dropped instantly, torn in two.

Rafayel staggered back in shock, blinking.
He snapped, irritated.

"Which idiot just stole my prey?!" 

A soft glow pulsed from above, and in a smooth descent, Lumiere landed silently in front of him. The hunter stood tall and composed, his blade glimmering faintly as he flicked the blood off it with one cold motion. Mask in place, expression unreadable.

Rafayel's irritation melted instantly into joy.

His eyes sparkled.

"Oh... not an idiot. Hehe."

Lumiere stepped forward, the faint glow of his sword dimming as he approached.
He asked coolly, his voice low behind the mask.

"Hunting?" 

Rafayel nodded and walked up to him, arms slightly swinging with ease.

"Yeah," 

he said, puffing a little from the earlier chase. 

"And the cool, handsome hunter just stole my prey."

Lumiere smirked faintly, the gesture barely visible beneath his mask. 

"I'm sorry then."

Rafayel grinned, waving it off with dramatic flair. 

"It's okay! Take whatever you want from me. I'd give you anything!"

For the first time, Lumiere's cold exterior cracked—his eyes softened, and the corner of his lips lifted into an actual smile.

Rafayel's breath hitched.

"Oh holy stars! You smiled!" 

he gasped, eyes practically shimmering. 

"Can I—can I take a photo of you? Please? Did you know I bought a ton of your merchandise?! You must look so good without that mask!"

Lumiere let out a small, amused breath.

"You can't," 

he said, still calm but with a teasing edge. 

"But thank you, I suppose. And... don't buy Lumiere merchandise."

Rafayel blinked. 

"Huh? Why not?"

Lumiere looked directly into his eyes.

"The real one is right here, isn't he?"

Rafayel froze.
His heart skipped. His cheeks flushed.

Did the real one just say that? Oh my fishes! Can I hug him?! Please let me hug him before I explode!

He stayed rooted to the spot, too stunned to even squeak.

Rafayel stood still for a moment, mentally fighting off the urge to scream like a fangirl. He took a breath, forced his voice calm, and looked up at Lumiere.
He asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Erm—do you talk to others like that?" 

Lumiere raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, his tone still cool and crisp.

"No. Is my rumor of being cold fake now?"

Rafayel nearly keeled over from the sheer charisma. His heart thudded painfully in his chest.
But Lumiere wasn't done. His voice dropped just a little softer.

"I only talk to you."

That was it—Rafayel almost short-circuited. He leapt on the spot, face flushed with pink.

"Really? Really?? Then... just one photo! Please!"

But instead of agreeing, Lumiere smiled—just a gentle, rare curve of his lips—and lifted a hand to pat Rafayel's head.

"No,"  he said.

And then, just like that, he vanished into the night, disappearing like a breeze.
Rafayel stood frozen, utterly stunned, red in the face and breathless. Then he threw his arms in the air and yelled toward the empty sky.

"YOU ARE TOO COOL!"

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During free activity hour on campus, the training field buzzed with life. Students were scattered all around—sparring, laughing, and showing off their strength through sports and combat games. In the middle of it all stood Rafayel and Sylus, facing each other with a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

They were playing rock-paper-scissors.

Simple? Not quite. The loser would have to carry the winner on their back and spar against other teams. The stakes were high, for pride, mostly.

Sylus smirked coolly, arms folded.

"Fishie, you're gonna lose this."

Rafayel raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a cheeky grin.

"Pal, I only lost once. We still have two more rounds. Don't get cocky."

They locked eyes, grinning like two kids about to start trouble.

"Scissors... paper... stone!"

Rafayel groaned the moment his paper met Sylus's scissors.

"ARGHHH! That's two losses already! Sylus!"

Sylus let out a laugh, completely enjoying himself.

"I can't wait for you to carry me into battle. Better stretch that back, Rafayel."

Rafayel gritted his teeth dramatically, fists clenched at his sides.

"I won't lose the last one! You hear me?! I won't!"

It was the final round.
Rafayel clasped his hands together, whispering a desperate prayer under his breath.

"Come on, come on..! I must win this. I don't want to carry a big-ass fridge taller than me!"

Sylus grinned, full of smug confidence.

"Scissors... paper... stone!"

Just as Rafayel extended his hand, another hand suddenly reached in, swift and precise. A clean sheet of paper landed over Sylus's stone.

Both Rafayel and Sylus froze, turning to look.
Standing beside them was none other than Xavier, calm as ever.
Xavier said coolly, glancing at Rafayel's still-clenched scissors with the faintest smirk.

"You almost lost" 

Sylus raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Oh? Isn't this the famous tenth-course ace?"

Xavier's gaze flicked to Sylus, a cool glint in his eye.

"Hey."

Rafayel laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Thanks! I almost had to carry my dear heavy friend here."

He stuck his tongue out at Sylus playfully.

"Blehhh! I had help!"

Sylus gave an amused snort and lightly smacked Rafayel's back.

"Cheater."

Xavier's gaze darkened as he watched the two close friends joke around. His eyes lingered on Rafayel's easy smile—the way he leaned into Sylus, the comfortable banter between them. It stirred something cold beneath his usually calm exterior.

Then, without warning, Xavier stepped forward and looked straight at Sylus.

"Spar,"  he said coolly.

Both Rafayel and Sylus turned toward him, surprised. Rafayel blinked, confused.
"Huh...?"

But Sylus only smirked, entirely unfazed.

"Sure."

Without another word, the two headed toward the center of the sports hall where an empty sparring space awaited them. The tension in the air shifted immediately.

Xavier summoned his sword in one swift, fluid motion, sleek and glowing faintly with a chill golden aura. Sylus, in contrast, cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders with a casual confidence.

Rafayel stared after them, still trying to process.

"What... just happened?"

Within moments, a crowd had gathered. Students dropped whatever they were doing and rushed to the scene, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

"Woah! Two hot guys from different courses are sparring!"
"Isn't that Sylus and Xavier?!"
"Xavier? The famous ten-course ace?!"
"Why are they suddenly sparring?!"

Rafayel stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the two figures now circling each other. He crossed his arms, feeling an unexpected thrill creep up his spine.
Rafayel muttered to himself, lips curling into a smirk.

"This'll be my first time seeing Xavier fight...Interesting."

Xavier and Sylus lunged at each other, movements sharp and fast—barely visible to the watching crowd. Sparks flew as Xavier's blade clashed against Sylus's hardened fists, both empowered by their Evol. The force of their collision shook the ground beneath them.

It was clear. Neither of them was holding back.

Xavier struck first, his blade slicing through the air with precision. Sylus blocked it with a burst of energy pulsing from his palm, grinning slightly at the heat of the clash. But Xavier's voice cut through, cold and direct.

"You're very close to Rafayel."

Sylus raised a brow, his smile widening as realization dawned. So that's what this was about.

"Yeah," 

he replied, ducking a swipe and retaliating with a heavy punch toward Xavier's side. 

"Close friends. Or..." 

He smirked. 

"Maybe more?"

Xavier's eyes flashed darkly. He responded with a sudden slash, far stronger—no longer playful.
The blade screamed through the air.

Sylus barely dodged, eyes narrowing. That hit wasn't for practice. That was real.

The tension twisted tighter between them. With no more words, both lunged again. Their Evol flared, a surge of heat and cold meeting mid-air. Blades and fists collided.

Then Sylus spoke lowly, his voice cool, quiet enough for only Xavier to hear.

"Jealous?"

Xavier didn't answer immediately. But his next move slowed slightly, controlled, calculating.
Sylus kept going, eyes glinting

"I don't think my dear fishie knows yet... that you're the prince, does he?"

Xavier smirked at last, eyes locked on Sylus with icy sharpness. His tone matched the blade in his hand.

"Good catch," 

he said darkly. 

"He doesn't."

Rafayel stood near the front of the crowd, wide-eyed, completely captivated. It was his first time seeing Xavier fight—fast, sharp, and effortlessly cool. His heart thumped hard in his chest, and he had no idea why.

In the ring, Xavier and Sylus clashed again and again, sword against bare fists, Evol flaring and sparking with every move. The air crackled between them.

Then, mid-spar, Sylus threw a quick glance at Rafayel and smirked devilishly.

"Fishie!" 

he called out loud enough for everyone to hear. 

"If I win this spar, I'm hugging you!"

Rafayel blinked, confused. 

"Huh? What are you—?"

But the teasing grin on Sylus's face told him everything. He was definitely doing this on purpose.
Rafayel glared. 

"I'm so tired of you winning everything!"

He puffed his cheeks in frustration, then smirked defiantly. 

"Fine! If Xavier wins, I'm hugging him!"

The crowd gasped as if the ground had just split in two.

"Wait, did Rafayel just say he's hugging Xavier if he wins?"
"Isn't Xavier the cold, perfect guy who aces all ten courses?"
"Sylus is hot too, though—"
"Shut up, I wanna see this play out!"

Despite the noise, Xavier didn't flinch. His eyes, however, darkened. He lunged at Sylus again—faster, harder. The strike was sharp. Not quite dangerous, but not exactly friendly either.

Sylus raised an eyebrow, barely dodging.
The two moved like lightning, fast, precise, full of tension. It was no longer just a spar. There was something deeper in every blow.

Then Xavier spoke, his voice low and cool, meant for Sylus alone.

"You're doing this on purpose."

Sylus smirked, keeping his tone equally quiet and teasing. 

"Maybe. You seem... rattled."

Another strike. Sylus blocked it, then leaned in slightly, just enough for Xavier to hear.

"If you care that much... why not just marry him?"

Xavier's eyes flared. The next slash sent a gust of Evol-charged wind whipping past the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, Xavier vanished.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Before Sylus could react, Xavier reappeared behind him, sword raised, eyes cold and focused. The edge of the blade gleamed with raw Evol energy, aimed straight at Sylus's shoulder.

Xavier said, voice low and cutting.

"I'm intending to." 

Sylus barely had time to block. He twisted, instinct kicking in, and met the strike with his bare fist, his Evol flaring outward to form a temporary barrier of compressed energy. The impact cracked like thunder as he skidded back a few steps, boots scraping the polished floor.

He stared at Xavier, stunned.

"What?"

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Sylus stood in silence for a moment, his shoulders shaking slightly—not from strain, but from laughter. It was low, nearly inaudible, the kind that came from realizing something amusing and true all at once.

"So it's true," 

he muttered under his breath, eyes glinting with mischief. 

"The prince really did find himself a guy bride. And it was Rafayel all along."

Then, just as suddenly, he coughed and raised both hands casually, dropping his stance.

"Okay, I lost."

The crowd gasped again, confused, disappointed.

Sylus smirked faintly as he passed Xavier and muttered with a sly grin,

"You better thank me."

He strolled over to Rafayel and patted his head with a nonchalant shrug.
Rafayel blinked rapidly, his brows furrowed.

"Huh?? Why did you concede??"

Sylus shrugged again, lips twitching.

 "Oh. 'Cause I wanted to."

 Rafayel tilted his head, completely baffled.

"What?"

Around them, the spectators began to disperse, murmuring in mild disappointment that the match ended so suddenly.
Xavier calmly walked forward, his expression as unreadable as ever, his sword dissolving into shimmering light. He stopped in front of Rafayel and tilted his head coolly.

"I won,"  he stated.

Rafayel stared up at him, still caught in the whirlwind of confusion.

"Uh? Yeah??"

Xavier leaned in slightly, his voice soft but firm.

"So the bet?"

Rafayel blinked again, gears turning in his head.

"Huh?"

Before he could say more, Sylus's voice rang out from behind, clearly enjoying himself.

"Didn't you say if Xavier won, you'd hug him?"

Rafayel's mouth dropped open for a moment—then he gasped.

"Oh! Yeah!"

As Rafayel opened his mouth to respond, Xavier moved without a word. He reached out, grabbed Rafayel's wrist, and in one swift, fluid motion, pulled him forward—straight into his chest.

A tight embrace.
Cool. Silent. Firm.

Rafayel froze. His breath caught. His heart skipped at least three beats. Maybe four. His hands hovered awkwardly mid-air for a second, not sure where to go. His face turned as red as a sunrise over a boiling sea.

He was being hugged. By Xavier. In front of everyone.

And worse.. he liked it.

Sylus, still standing at a distance, let out a low laugh. He casually raised a brow and caught Xavier's eye. Then, with a smug grin, he silently mouthed:

"Lumiere."

The name dropped like a spark on dry wood.

Xavier's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, still holding Rafayel close. Jealousy flickered in his gaze, like fire behind glass. He said nothing but his silence was loud. Possessive. Warning.

Sylus just chuckled again and raised his hands in surrender as if to say, I won't get in your way.

Turning on his heel, he walked off slowly, voice low, muttering only to himself.

"So... Fishie. I think your partner was decided way before you even had a clue."

He smirked at his own words, sliding his hands into his pockets as he strolled away. His mind drifted back to the suspicions he'd carried for months, since the moment he first arrived at Skyhaven University.

It wasn't just Xavier's insane academic record. Or his mysterious aura. Or the unmatched elegance in how he carried himself when he thought no one was watching. Sylus had once spotted him speaking with cloaked strangers near the campus gates. That posture. That icy tone of absolute command. That subtle air of royalty, Sylus already knew. But pretending.

Then the sparring match confirmed it, the way Xavier moved, the precision in his strikes. It was the exact same rhythm as Lumiere, the legend. The vigilante hunter. The mysterious masked warrior Rafayel wouldn't shut up about.

Sylus smirked, muttering again with an amused snort.

"Oh, Rafayel Rafayel... the hunter you fanboyed over was all along your dorm neighbor. The same guy who nearly set the dorm kitchen on fire. The same one who glares at burnt toast like it insulted his lineage."

He glanced back briefly at the two still locked in an embrace across the sports field.

"Your domestic oven destroyer... was always Lumiere."

Xavier released the hug, letting his arms fall to his sides with deliberate calm. His eyes remained locked on Rafayel, whose face was still burning red. He couldn't help the amused breath that slipped out, more of a soft chuckle than a laugh.

Xavier said quietly, voice smooth like velvet laced with frost.

"You're blushing" 

Rafayel immediately scowled, flustered.

"Natural reaction!"

he shot back, crossing his arms like that would shield his thundering heart.

"You pulled me in like that out of nowhere!"

Xavier merely shrugged, relaxed, utterly unfazed.

"How was that spar?"

he asked coolly, tilting his head just slightly. 

"Cool?"

Rafayel opened his mouth to respond and faltered. His mind briefly flickered back to the spar, to the intensity, the speed, the power. Xavier had looked... terrifyingly beautiful. Every move elegant and deadly. It was cool. Too cool.

But his mouth said something else entirely.

"Lumiere's cooler."

And he meant it. His voice came out lighter, teasing, like it was just a playful opinion. But the moment the name left his lips, he saw it.

Xavier's eyes. They darkened. 

That calm expression didn't break, but something behind his gaze turned sharp, unreadable. Dangerous in a way that made Rafayel blink and rethink every word he'd just said.

A beat of silence passed between them. Then Xavier leaned down slightly, voice dropping to a cold murmur.

"You really like Lumiere, don't you?"

Rafayel gulped at the sudden shift in Xavier's demeanor.

"Y-Yeah!" 
 he replied, still flustered from the unexpected hug.

Without another word, Xavier turned and walked off, his footsteps calm but his energy sharp. As he moved away, his voice drifted back, low and cool.

"One day, I'll throw away all that Lumiere merchandise from your dorm."

Rafayel blinked, stunned. He watched Xavier's back retreat into the distance, utterly confused.

"...Huh? What was that about?" 

he mumbled to himself. 

"Why did he suddenly tense up at the mention of Hunter Lumiere?"

He crossed his arms, tilting his head.

"I mean... that legend is really cool. Who wouldn't admire him?"

Still puzzled, Rafayel stood there, wondering what on earth had gotten into Xavier.

The next day, Rafayel had no morning classes, so he was lounging comfortably on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, lazily scrolling through his phone. Peaceful silence filled the room, until a knock echoed from the door.

He groaned, dragging himself up and swinging it open.
Standing there was Xavier, calm and collected as always.

Xavier said simply, his tone cool.

"Need help." 

Rafayel narrowed his eyes, already sensing danger.

"No. Not the oven."

Xavier gave a small, amused smile.

"Yes. I need help to make Chicken Pot Pie."

Rafayel groaned louder and slapped a hand over his face.

"Can you, for once, not pick a recipe that needs an oven? Why are you so obsessed with cooking and setting your kitchen on fire?!"

Without answering, Xavier reached out and grabbed Rafayel by the wrist, tugging him out of the dorm.

Xavier said, already on the move.

"Let's go."

Rafayel stumbled after him, defeated.

" I don't want to my taste buds to died out on me..."

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Rafayel stepped into Xavier's dorm kitchen and froze, arms crossed as he took in the half-prepared ingredients laid out on the counter. The flour sat untouched in a bowl, with a full cup of milk just sitting beside it, as if posing for a recipe book photo.

He squinted.

"So... did you not pour the milk into the flour? Why did you leave it there like it's on display?"

Xavier, leaning casually against the counter with arms folded, offered a small smile.

"Waiting for you to do it."

Rafayel stared at him, utterly in disbelief.

"Why?"

Xavier answered coolly, voice low and crisp.

"I don't like the troublesome part. I want to be the one who puts the food into the oven, not the one who mixes it."

Rafayel scoffed and threw his arms up.

"That's why you called for help! You lazy bum!"

Xavier leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, watching in silence as Rafayel grumbled and stirred the flour and milk together with smooth, practiced ease. The mixture came together effortlessly in Rafayel's hands, like he'd done it a hundred times before.

Xavier's expression softened, a rare gentle smile touching his lips.

"You're good at this."

Rafayel didn't look up, still grumbling under his breath.

"And you're bad at cooking!"

Xavier gave a small shrug, completely unfazed.

"That's why I need the oven."

Rafayel stopped stirring for a moment, staring at him in disbelief.

"No, no—you're not just bad. You're obsessed! You're into ovens! And you've exploded like—what? Three of them?"

Xavier tilted his head thoughtfully, almost proud.

"Four. But that last one was mostly the oven's fault."

As Rafayel carefully held the tray of unbaked chicken pot pie, Xavier stepped in, his hand reaching for it smoothly.
He said, voice calm and cool as always.

"I'll do it."

Rafayel jerked the tray away protectively.

 "No, no. I'll do it."

Xavier arched an eyebrow, unfazed.

 "I need to be the one putting it in the oven."

Rafayel narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

 "You said you needed help, so I'm helping all the way. I am not getting exploded together with your oven!"

 Xavier replied flatly, reaching again.

"It won't."

Rafayel lightly shoved him aside with his shoulder. "It will!"  he insisted, darting forward and quickly sliding the tray into the oven himself before Xavier could interfere.

Xavier sighed, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You don't trust me with ovens?"

Rafayel gave him a deadpan look.

"...No! "

While the oven quietly hummed in the background, Rafayel leaned lazily against the kitchen counter, phone dangling from his fingers as he casually twirled the attached keychain. The tiny chibi version of Hunter Lumiere swung with each flick — cloak, sword, and all.

Xavier, who had been quietly watching the oven, caught sight of it and narrowed his eyes. He frowned slightly, voice low and sharp.

"Since when do you have a Lumiere phone chain?"

Rafayel turned his head and held it up proudly.

"Oh, this? Yesterday. The new merchandise just arrived. Cool, right?"

Xavier walked closer, eyes locked on the keychain like it had personally insulted him.

"Cool? Don't think so."

Rafayel raised an eyebrow but chuckled, clearly unfazed.

 "Hey, take that back. This Lumiere keychain is the symbol of my eternal love for my idol. My inspiration. My hero!"

Xavier suddenly stepped in, closing the distance. He leaned forward, towering slightly over Rafayel, his cold gaze pinning him in place.

"I think... I'm cooler."

Rafayel's breath caught. His face flushed deep red, stunned by the closeness.
He stammered, heart thudding wildly in his chest.

"Erm—I—I..."

Xavier smirked, clearly amused by Rafayel's flustered reaction. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Rafayel's forehead.

"I think I'm way cooler than Lumiere,"  he said smoothly, his voice low and confident.

Rafayel froze. His eyes went wide, and his heart pounded so hard he was sure it echoed in the kitchen. His face turned a vivid shade of red, completely caught off guard.

Meanwhile, Xavier turned away like it was nothing, strolling to the fridge with his usual calm.
He asked, as casually as if they hadn't just crossed some invisible line.

"Want a drink?"

Rafayel stood rooted in place, still red, still processing. He fumbled out a reply.

"Ah-ahh? Oh sur—sure..!"

He raised a hand to his forehead, fingertips brushing the exact spot where Xavier had kissed him.
Rafayel thought, his head spinning.

What was that??? 

The oven timer dinged in the background, but Rafayel barely heard it.

Art Studio – Afternoon Class

The soft scent of paint and turpentine hung in the air as sunlight streamed through the tall studio windows. Rafayel sat at his easel, a brush in hand, dabbing color gently onto the canvas. He was supposed to be painting Lumiere—his idol, his favorite hunter—but his thoughts were drifting elsewhere.

That kiss... Why did he do that?

Rafayel's cheeks turned pink again as he remembered the way Xavier leaned in, how calm and bold he had been, how his forehead still somehow felt warm.

Rafayel mumbled under his breath.

"Why did he do that...?"

A familiar voice leaned in.

"Do what?" 

Rafayel jumped slightly, startled out of his daze. Sylus had appeared beside him, cool as always, raising an eyebrow.
Rafayel leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Don't say this to anyone... but this morning, Xavier kissed my forehead."

Sylus didn't blink.

"So?"

Rafayel stared, baffled.

"So?? Aren't you shocked? The top ace student, the campus star, just kissed my forehead out of nowhere!"

Sylus returned to his sketching, unfazed.

"You're an idiot."

Rafayel blinked.

 "What?!"

Without looking up, Sylus continued.

"That lady you saved when you were young. Has she come looking for you yet?"

Rafayel frowned, completely thrown off by the random topic change.

"No? Why?"

Sylus smirked coolly, brushing his pencil across the paper.

"She will soon."

Rafayel leaned back, staring at Sylus like he was speaking riddles.

"What are you even talking about? And back to the point. Xavier kissing my forehead. That's normal now?"

Sylus finally looked at him, patting his back lightly with a half-smirk.

"It's not normal."

Rafayel's eyes widened slightly at the serious tone.
Sylus added smoothly,

"But do you dislike it?"

Rafayel opened his mouth, then paused. No words came out.
Sylus chuckled under his breath, returning to his drawing.

 "There you go."

And with that, Rafayel was left sitting in silence, blushing again, the image of Lumiere on his canvas completely forgotten.

Little did Rafayel know, Sylus had known the truth for a long time.

Unlike most students in Skyhaven University, Sylus came from a family with deep ties to nobility, connections that kept him informed, discreetly and dangerously well-informed. Through those channels, he had seen a portrait once, tucked away in a private estate: the Queen of Philos, dressed in elegant robes and adorned with jewels, her eyes sharp with grace and power.

He remembered that painting well. Not because of her crown, or the lavish regalia but because her face was unforgettable.

It was the exact same face Rafayel had described so many times over the years, whenever he recalled the day he had saved a mysterious lady from a drowning. Back then, Rafayel had been just a small boy, scared but brave, acting on instinct. He had mentioned her beauty, her poise, the gentle way she'd thanked him before disappearing without a trace.

Sylus never said anything.
He connected the dots easily. That woman... was the Queen of Philos.

Which meant, if the Queen had personally thanked Rafayel and walked away unguarded then she knew who he was. And if the Queen knew... then so did the King.

And Xavier? Prince Hunter Lumiere himself?

He absolutely knew.

That was why Sylus had said, "I guess she will soon."
Because he could already see the path unfolding. One where a royal family wasn't just searching for a bride but looking to repay a quiet, powerful debt.

And Sylus, ever the observant friend, kept his smirk to himself as he watched Rafayel stumble around his feelings for Xavier.

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Skyhaven University's Grand Open House

The entire campus of Skyhaven buzzed with excitement. Banners fluttered in the wind, music boomed from every corner, and colorful booths lined the wide walkways. It was the day everyone had prepared weeks for, the Grand Open House of Skyhaven University.

Each course had their own assigned domain.

Arts and Science students ran the café, theatrical skits, and cosplay events—bringing flair and creativity to the heart of the campus.

Medical and IT students handled food stalls and organized athletic competitions.

Meanwhile, the Business students, strategic and sharp, ran eerie haunted houses and flashy game booths.

Visitors swarmed the gates, locals, families, alumni, and even students from other universities, curious about Skyhaven's rising fame.

Inside the main plaza, Rafayel stood by the entrance of the cosplay café. Dressed in a long lavender wig, he was easily mistaken for a magical girl character, his outfit glittered with beautiful crimson petals and delicate accessories. The wig framed his face so well it had classmates stopping for second glances.

It had been his class's unanimous decision: You're prettier than half the girls. You're wearing this."

Rafayel grumbled earlier, but now he stood with an awkward smile, serving drinks with blushing guests complimenting him constantly.

Across from him, Sylus leaned casually against a column, sipping coffee from a sleek black mug. His mafia-style outfit, black dress shirt, long coat over the shoulders, silver rings, and a toy gun holstered at his side, suited him too well. The shades he wore only made him look more untouchable.

Students and guests alike whispered as he passed: 

"Who is that? Is he part of the acting club?"
"That guy's dangerous. Hot, but dangerous.

Sylus played into the role perfectly, smirking, tilting his head like a villain, and occasionally tossing small roses at startled guests.

He glanced over at Rafayel, who was flustered from a group of giggling girls taking selfies with him. Sylus smirked.

"I told you the wig was the right call."

Rafayel shot him a glare, cheeks puffed in embarrassment.

"I'm going to dump this tea on your head."

But before he could, the crowd behind them stirred again.
A new wave of whispers swept through.

"Is that... Xavier?"
"Oh my god. It's him."
"He looks like Lumiere with that outfit!"

Rafayel blinked, turning his head just in time to see Xavier walk into the plaza, dressed sharply in a tailored white suit embroidered with silver, his course's emblem pinned over his chest. He wasn't participating in cosplay but his aura alone made it unnecessary. Xavier looked exactly like Lumiere but without the mask.

Their eyes met.

And Xavier smirked slowly as he walked past the stunned crowd, stopping just in front of Rafayel, gaze dragging from Rafayel's boots up to the purple wig.

He leaned in slightly, voice low.

"Nice look."

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat, hands gripping the tray tighter.
Sylus, watching from behind his shades, chuckled and muttered under his breath.

"Rafayel.. Rafayel~"

Rafayel's face flushed as he stared at Xavier, startled by how much he resembled his idol.
He blurted out without thinking.

"You... you look a lot like Lumiere,"

Xavier gave a faint smile, cold, but with a strange gentleness beneath it.

"Do I?"

Nearby, Sylus leaned back casually, watching the two with a sly smirk.

"What if he is the real one?"  he teased.

Xavier shot him a sharp glance, his eyes momentarily darkening. Rafayel turned to Sylus, raising a brow in disbelief.

"Are you nuts? Lumiere? A student here at Skyhaven? The guy looks like he fights battles in his sleep. Why would someone like him go to school?"

Sylus just shrugged with a grin.

"Just joking."

Xavier's gaze lingered on Sylus for a moment longer before he turned back to Rafayel. His tone softened.

"I'm performing in a short drama later at the hall. Come by when your shift ends."

Rafayel's eyes widened.

"Your course is doing drama?"

Xavier nodded.

"Yeah. Science course is handling drama this year. I'm playing Lumiere."

Rafayel gasped quietly, clearly impressed.

"I'm definitely coming! And by the way... nice cosplay. You look really good. Almost too alike."

Xavier started walking away, but paused after a few steps to glance back at him. His voice was low, calm.

"You look nice too... way too pretty."

Rafayel stood frozen in place, face turning crimson as Xavier disappeared into the crowd.
Rafayel's breath hitched.

His fingers tightened around the tray he was holding, cheeks heating at Xavier's parting words. "You look nice too... way too pretty."  That line echoed in his head like a charm spell.

Sylus chuckled from the side, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos.

"Aren't you gonna melt?"

Rafayel frown, still blushing.

"Shut it, Mafia boy. He's just... playing the part for the open house! He's acting as Lumiere! Of course he has to look and sound like him—he practiced!"

But deep down, the resemblance was too good. That quiet intensity. That gaze. That calm voice that seemed to hide a storm beneath. Rafayel shook his head, pushing the thought away.

That cosplay was way too good. I thought i was facing Lumiere for a second..

As soon as one of his classmates took over his shift, Rafayel dashed out of the café area, making a beeline straight for the university hall where the Science course students were assigned. The short drama was about to begin, and he didn't want to miss a second of it.

By the time he arrived, the large hall was already filled with public guests, parents, and even students from other university campuses. Everyone had taken their seats, chatting excitedly as they waited for the performance to begin.

Rafayel slipped into the back quietly, his eyes widening in awe the moment he took in the view of the stage. The set was elaborate and atmospheric, complete with props and lighting that gave off a professional feel.

He whispered to himself, genuinely impressed.

"Wow. Unexpected from science students... Thought they just drowned themselves in chemicals all day."

He found an empty seat and sat down, anticipation bubbling in his chest. He couldn't wait to see Xavier on stage.

The hall lights dimmed, and soft music began to play as the curtains slowly drew open. Rafayel sat upright in his seat, eyes fixed on the stage with barely contained excitement. Today's short drama was centered around Lumiere, a heroic hunter saving a citizen from danger, and eventually falling in love with them.

The scene opened with a sudden attack. Wanderers stormed the stage, causing panic among the citizens, played convincingly by Xavier's classmates. The choreography was sharp and energetic, and the set was more elaborate than Rafayel expected from the science course.

Then, with a dramatic flash of light and sound, Xavier appeared.

He stood center stage, dressed in full Lumiere gear, white silver cloak swirling behind him, a replica blade in hand, and his expression cold and composed. He moved with precision, taking down the "wanderers" with practiced ease. His classmates fell away one by one, exaggerating their defeats to the audience's delight.

The crowd buzzed with whispers of admiration.

"Skyhaven University really goes all out."
"Even the wanderers look amazing!"
"I'm applying here next year, no doubt!"

Rafayel's eyes lit up as he watched.

"He really does look like Lumiere... even the way he fights. So cool..."

His heart pounded a little harder, caught between awe and something else he couldn't quite name.

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Among the crowd gathered in the bustling university hall, two figures sat quietly in the middle rows, blending in perfectly with the public. Despite their low profile, their presence was anything but ordinary. It was the King and Queen of Philos, dressed plainly to avoid attention. They had come not only to witness the grand open house but to secretly watch their son, Xavier, perform on stage.

The King leaned slightly toward the Queen, keeping his voice low as he watched the drama unfold.

"Why is Xavier acting as his own persona?"

he asked with mild disinterest.

"It doesn't add much hype for me."

The Queen, however, had her eyes fixed on the stage, her expression lit with pride and excitement.

"Isn't it even better?" 

she replied, smiling. 

"He's acting as himself and doing it so well."

The King huffed quietly, but even he couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at his lips. Despite his words, he was watching closely, both Xavier's performance, and the crowd. Specifically, he was curious to see if any young man stood out... someone who might one day stand beside their son as his chosen partner.

Rafayel sat near the front of the hall, eyes wide and sparkling with awe. It felt like a dream. Watching Xavier on stage, dressed and moving just like Lumiere, was almost too real. For a moment, Rafayel forgot it was just a university play, it felt like he was truly watching his idol in action.

The scene changed, and Xavier, playing Lumiere—rushed in to save a citizen from danger. The choreography was smooth, the fight realistic, and Xavier moved with sharp, confident grace. Rafayel's heart raced.

Then came the next part of the play. Lumiere helped the rescued citizen to their feet. Their eyes met. The music softened. The lights dimmed around them. Slowly, the hero began to fall in love with the ordinary citizen.

Rafayel leaned forward slightly, completely absorbed.
He whispered to himself. 

"Wow...It's like... Lumiere really fell in love..."

His face flushed a little. It wasn't just the acting, it was the way Xavier looked, the way he moved, the way he stared into the citizen's eyes.

For a second, Rafayel wondered.

Is he thinking of someone?

The play moved into its final scene. Lumiere's grand confession to the citizen he'd fallen in love with. The lights shifted to a soft glow, and the music swelled gently in the background. The tension in the room grew as everyone waited to see how it would unfold.

Then, the emcee stepped onto the stage with a bright smile and spoke into the mic, "As part of this interactive short play, we'll be choosing one member from the audience to come up and play the citizen!"

The entire hall gasped in surprise. Murmurs and excited chatter filled the space.

"No way!"
"Interactive? That's insane!"
"This school really knows how to put on a show!"

Rafayel's eyes lit up in amazement. He leaned forward, whispering under his breath with a grin.

"Wow... They really went all out. An interactive play? That's so cool!"

As the hall buzzed with anticipation, Xavier leapt down from the stage with effortless grace. Dressed in the full Lumiere outfit, he moved with a cool, commanding presence that turned heads and silenced whispers. Every step he took through the aisle sent a quiet wave of excitement through the crowd.

Several students gasped softly.
"He's so cool..."
"That outfit—it's too perfect!"

Rafayel, seated nervously in the third row, could barely sit still. He really looks like Lumiere... no—he is Lumiere now... Rafayel's inner fanboy screamed, but he kept it inside, barely.

Then, unexpectedly, Xavier stopped right in front of him.
He held out his hand. Cold, steady, and sure.
 Xavier said calmly.

"Come."

Rafayel froze, his eyes wide in shock. He pointed to himself, whispering.

"M-Me? I'm a guy! Shouldn't it be a girl?"

Xavier leaned in slightly, his voice low.

"In Philos, gender doesn't matter. You forgot?"

Before Rafayel could say anything else, Xavier took his hand and gently pulled him from his seat, guiding him toward the stage without hesitation.

Rafayel's face flushed a deep red as he stumbled slightly behind, trying to keep up with Xavier's calm stride. His heart pounded against his chest, thoughts racing.

What is happening?! I don't even have stage fright but now I feel like I'm dying! He's too close! Too cool!

As they reached the stage, the lights brightened just a little more, and all eyes turned to Rafayel standing right beside Lumiere himself.

Xavier turned slightly toward Rafayel, his voice low and steady.

"Just relax,"  he whispered.

Then, slipping right back into character, he stepped closer, his expression unreadable yet sincere. The crowd fell into a hush.

Xavier said, calm and composed.

"I like you. I have... for a long time."

Rafayel's heart pounded wildly in his chest. He stared up at Xavier, trying his best to stay in character, though every fiber in his body was screaming. Was it still acting at this point?

A wave of soft gasps and squeals rippled through the audience.

"That guy's hot too!"
"His long hair looks so good on him."
"No wonder the actor picked him, look at that chemistry!"

In the midst of the crowd, hidden in plain sight, the King and Queen of Philos sat watching closely. The Queen's eyes sparkled with realization. She quietly grabbed the King's hand, hardly able to contain her excitement.

"Isn't that...?"

The King gave a small nod, his calm expression barely hiding his pride.

"That's the bride," 

he said softly. 

"How cunning our son is."

The Queen bounced slightly in her seat, squealing silently to herself. 

"He's smart!"

The play continued, the hall still hushed in anticipation. Xavier's gaze stayed fixed on Rafayel, his voice calm yet firm, filled with emotion that felt far too real.

"No matter what danger you are in," 

he said, stepping closer, 

"I will always protect you. I promise."

Rafayel's breath caught.

His heart pounded in his chest, louder than before, echoing in his ears. Xavier's eyes were intense, unwavering, and the way he delivered those words—it didn't feel like acting.

Rafayel stood frozen, thoughts swirling.

Wow... he's really saying that... dressed like Lumiere... It feels like Lumiere is right in front of me, talking to me. Protecting me.

He wasn't sure if it was the costume, the lighting, or the weight in Xavier's voice, but for a moment, Rafayel couldn't separate fiction from reality.

And maybe... he didn't want to. 

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In the middle of the emotional climax of the play, Xavier suddenly reached out. His hand slid gently around the back of Rafayel's neck, steady and deliberate. Before Rafayel could even react, Xavier pulled him forward and kissed him.

Soft. Sure. On the lips.

Rafayel's eyes shot open in pure shock, his whole body tensing as his brain came to a complete halt. Every logical thought left him. He wasn't acting anymore. He was just—stunned.

The audience gasped as one.

"OH JESUS! THEY KISSED!"
"Wait—is this in the script?!"
"Does that mean whoever gets picked gets kissed too?!"

Hidden among the crowd, the King blinked in surprise, then broke into a satisfied grin.

"That's the way to do it."

Beside him, the Queen squealed and smacked his back in excitement.

"Oh, our son! What a way to confess!"

Backstage, Xavier's classmates were chaos in human form. Mouths open. Phones clattering to the floor. Others quickly snapping photos or silently screaming.

"Wait, that wasn't in the script, right?!"
"Definitely not in the script!"
"Did Xavier just—kiss Rafayel?!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm fainting."
"This is going to make our play the highlight of the whole open house!"

And Rafayel?
His mind blanked out completely. His soul might as well have left his body.

AERJPGJGNHNOAGKFOJO!!

He didn't even know what he was feeling anymore. Just, flustered. Embarrassed. And maybe... a tiny bit thrilled.

After the final applause faded and the curtains closed, Rafayel didn't return to his seat in the audience. Instead, he was quietly ushered backstage along with Xavier and the rest of the science course performers.

He sat down on a nearby bench, his whole face as red as a beetle. His hands trembled slightly in his lap. His brain? Still completely short-circuited.

Xavier took a seat beside him, as cool and composed as always. With a light tap on Rafayel's back, he leaned in slightly.

"You okay?"

Rafayel blinked at him, still dazed.

"Hu—huh? Okay??"

One of Xavier's classmates chuckled from nearby.

"Definitely not okay."

A few more laughs followed, but no one mentioned the kiss.

Not a single soul brought it up aloud but every single person backstage knew. That kiss hadn't been in the script. Not even close. And now, it was glaringly obvious:

Skyhaven's top student, the ten-course ace, the cold and mysterious Xavier... had a thing for Rafayel.
And they were all silently screaming about it inside.

Xavier stood up, brushing off his coat with calm ease before addressing his classmates.

"I need to leave for a while. There are a few people who came to watch the play. I'm going to say hi."

His classmates nodded in understanding, waving him off.

"Go ahead, the play's over anyway."

"Thanks for the hard carry as usual, Xavier."

Without another word, Xavier turned and gently reached for Rafayel's wrist.

"Let's go."

Rafayel, still in a daze from everything that had happened on stage, blinked and nodded slowly.

"Uh? Oh. Okay."

Xavier didn't say much as he pulled Rafayel along, weaving through the backstage area with a cool, effortless air. But in his mind, he glanced over at Rafayel's flushed, bewildered face and thought with a small, amused smile:

He's so cute when he's completely flustered.

Xavier walked calmly toward the two adults who were just about to leave the hall. He was still holding Rafayel's wrist gently, and the movement didn't go unnoticed.

The King and Queen glanced at each other, exchanging silent, knowing smiles as their son approached.

Xavier gave a respectful bow.

"Didn't expect you both to come."

The King responded casually, like any ordinary guest.

"Had to see my son's performance. Honestly, it was boring—until that happened. That was the highlight. You did well."

The Queen beamed, her tone light.

"Truly impressive acting, dear. But more importantly, will you introduce the handsome young man with the long hair standing behind you?"

Xavier pulled Rafayel forward slightly and leaned in, whispering just loud enough for Rafayel to hear.

"My parents."

Rafayel blinked rapidly, snapping out of his daze from the earlier kiss.

"Huh???"

Realizing what was happening, he straightened up quickly.

"Oh! Hello! Nice to meet you both! I'm Rafayel!"

Without thinking, he reached out and boldly grabbed both of their hands in a firm, enthusiastic shake. The King and Queen both raised their eyebrows at the unexpected gesture, clearly surprised—Xavier too, for that matter.

Then the Queen burst into a warm laugh.

"Haha! Nice to meet you too! Do you remember me, young man?"

The King chuckled as well, giving Rafayel a quick once-over.

"You've got a nice face. That hair—real?"

Before Rafayel could answer, Xavier interjected coolly.

"No. It's a wig."

Rafayel stared at the Queen, his brows furrowing as he squinted, trying to recall a distant memory. Then, slowly, his eyes widened in recognition.

"Wait a second... Aren't you the lady I saved from drowning?"

He turned to Xavier, disbelief spreading across his face.

"She's your mom? For real??"

Before Xavier could answer, the Queen stepped forward, smiling warmly.

"So you do remember. I've been wanting to thank you properly for saving me that day."

Xavier gave a small shrug, his tone calm and cool as ever.

"Yeah. My mom."

Rafayel blinked, stunned, his thoughts tumbling in his head.

What a coincidence... Xavier's mom is the woman I saved back then?!

The Queen smiled gently, her voice light and casual as she looked at Rafayel.

"I did promise you, didn't I? As a thank you for saving me, I'd find you a partner when you grew up. And I must say—you grew up well, Rafayel."

Rafayel's face turned bright red at her praise, his heart skipping.

"Ah—uh, thank you..."

The King chimed in with a grin.

"So, about that partner... is my son alright with you?"

Rafayel's eyes widened in disbelief, his whole body going rigid.
"Huh???"\

His soul felt like it left his body for the second time that day. His face burned like fire, redder than ever.

Xavier, still calm and cool, stepped between them.

"We'll talk about this when I'm back. For now, just leave. Thanks for coming."

The King and Queen laughed quietly, clearly amused, and began to leave the hall. But just before they stepped out, the Queen turned back to glance at Rafayel one last time.

Her voice, soft and graceful, carried across the air.

"Rafayel? We're serious. Think about it."

Then they were gone, leaving Rafayel speechless, heart pounding louder than ever.

Xavier returned after walking his parents out of the hall, his steps calm and confident. He made his way back to Rafayel, who was still frozen in place, dazed and red-faced.

With a soft chuckle, Xavier reached out and flicked a finger gently against Rafayel's forehead.

"Hey, red face. Time to snap out of it."

Rafayel blinked rapidly, finally snapping out of his stunned state. He looked up at Xavier, eyes wide.

"Your mom was serious? I mean, back then, I only agreed because I didn't know what she meant! I—I—"

Xavier laughed quietly, his tone smooth and low.

"You can take your time to think about it. You're free to say no."

Rafayel's cheeks flamed even redder, his heart thudding in his chest.

What is going on with my life right now? I got kissed by Xavier in front of everyone... and now I find out the lady I saved as a kid is his mom? That promise... was real??

Chapter Text

After the Skyhaven University open house, the excitement still lingered. The short play had become the highlight of the entire event, especially the unexpected kiss that sent the crowd into a frenzy.

In the quiet art studio, Rafayel sat in front of his easel, brush moving uncertainly across a half-finished painting of Lumiere. His brows were furrowed, clearly stressed.

Beside him, Sylus lounged casually, legs crossed and a lazy smirk on his face.

"Such a highlight," 

Sylus said, chuckling coolly.

 "I'm honestly disappointed I didn't get to see it live."

Rafayel glared and kicked the leg of Sylus' chair.

"Why are you talking about it?"

Sylus shrugged, unfazed.

"Because you and Xavier are now the hottest topic in school. That kiss? I didn't expect them to include something that bold. A kiss with an audience member? That's daring."

But Sylus knew very well, it hadn't been in the script. That move had been entirely Xavier's.

Rafayel's face turned red. He kicked the chair again.

"Stop it already!"

Sylus laughed under his breath, clearly enjoying himself.
"So..."

 he began teasingly,

"did your heart race for our top ace?"

Rafayel froze, brush midair.

"I—I don't know!" 

he stammered.

"And I didn't even realize the woman I saved was Xavier's mom!"

Sylus raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Oh? Isn't that a good thing? Two birds with one stone. Xavier becomes your partner, and the mom's the one who picked you?"

Rafayel's face turned even redder. He kicked Sylus' chair a third time.

"How did you know that?"

Sylus only shrugged again, smirking.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Classes ended early that day, and Rafayel was finally heading back to his dorm, hoping for a bit of peace and quiet. He reached his door, pulled out his key—

BOOM!

A loud explosion echoed from the dorm room right next to his.
Rafayel's eyes widened in alarm.

"Oh no..."

Without hesitation, he rushed over and banged loudly on the neighboring door.

"Xavier!"

The door opened calmly, revealing Xavier, cool as ever, standing amidst a faint haze of smoke.
He greeted casually.

"Hey." 

Rafayel stared at him in disbelief, letting out a groan as he pushed past him into the dorm.

"Hey?! Just what did you explode again?!"

Xavier simply gestured for him to come in, as if inviting him to an art exhibit, except it was more like a kitchen disaster showcase.

Rafayel followed the trail of smoke into the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight before him. A blackened, twisted pan lay on the stove like it had gone through battle.

Rafayel slapped his own face.

"HOW DID YOU EXPLODE A PAN?!"

Xavier answered coolly, completely unfazed.

"I tried frying a toast. With ten eggs. And some meat. I turned the fire to max... left it for a while."

Rafayel's jaw twitched. He looked like he was trying not to scream.

"Can you not cook for once? Just—don't. Please."

The explosion in Xavier's dorm had been so intense, he was forced to report it to the dean.

The moment the dean arrived and saw the damage, his face turned pale with disbelief and fury.

"You blew up the kitchen?! Again?!"

It took a full team to assess the damage, and even they were stunned—it was worse than the last oven incident. The entire kitchen was declared unusable until further repairs.

And so, until then, Xavier made it a habit to visit Rafayel's dorm around mealtime, casually treating it like his own cafeteria.

That evening, Rafayel sighed as he handed over a plate of freshly cooked food.

"You're lucky I can cook,"  he muttered.

Xavier took the plate with a quiet thanks and began eating like it was the most normal thing in the world. They sat at the small dorm table, the warm clink of cutlery the only sound for a moment—until Xavier spoke up casually.

"So..."

 he started, not even looking up. 

"The consideration from my mother. Did you think about it?"

Rafayel nearly choked.

"Uh—what? I—I did. Kind of. I mean—I still don't know."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, finally looking over.

"Don't know?"

Rafayel's cheeks turned pink. He looked away, fiddling with his fork.

"Y-Yeah. I just... need time."

Xavier paused, then stood up from his seat, walking over to Rafayel with that usual calm, unreadable air. He leaned in close, too close, until Rafayel had to stop chewing entirely.

Xavier's cool voice dropped just above a whisper.

"So you're saying... you have feelings for me?"

Rafayel stared, eyes wide, throat frozen.

Xavier leaned in a little more, lips curled slightly.

"Which means... I have a chance to chase after you?"

Rafayel nearly dropped his fork.

"Huh?! I— I didn't mean it that way!!"

But Xavier had already pulled back, smiling as he walked calmly back to his seat, picking up his fork again with a soft, knowing smirk.

"I see."

It was a quiet weekend night when Rafayel and Sylus decided to head out for a bit of wanderer hunting. The forest near Linkon City was known for occasional rogue spirits, and the two of them thought it'd be a good way to kill time—and boredom.

After a successful hunt, they now stood beneath a tall lamp post at the edge of the forest, the soft glow casting long shadows across the path. Rafayel leaned lazily against the pole, casually chewing on a cheese stick.

Rafayel mumbled, a bit of cheese still in his mouth. 

"No kick! Today's wanderers were way too easy."

Sylus, calm and composed as always, crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite side of the pole.

"That's because I was there."

Rafayel scoffed and nudged him with his elbow.

"Aren't you a little too confident?"

Sylus tilted his head, amused.

"I'm strong. You have to admit that."

Before Rafayel could retort, Sylus leaned in suddenly and bit off half of Rafayel's cheese stick.
Rafayel froze, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Hey! How dare you! Buy me another full one!"

Sylus smirked, licking a bit of cheese from his lip.

"Nice food. Sure, I'll buy you another."

Suddenly—BZZZT!

The lamp post above them flickered wildly... then exploded in a loud pop, raining sparks for a moment before everything went dark.

Rafayel blinked and looked up.

 "Huh? Did that just... explode out of nowhere?"

But Sylus wasn't looking up, he was staring straight ahead, body going still.

Someone was approaching from the shadows, slow and deliberate.
As the figure stepped into the faint moonlight, Rafayel's eyes slowly widened in disbelief.

Clad in sliver, sleek robes that shimmered faintly like starlight, with a cold, commanding presence and silver-blue eyes that glowed faintly in the dark...

It was Lumiere.

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Lumiere walked toward them with an icy calm, his every step echoing quiet authority. The cold air seemed to thicken with his presence.

Sylus let out a low chuckle, smirking coolly as his gaze met Lumiere's.

"Well, if it isn't the famous silent hunter... Lumiere."

Rafayel's eyes lit up with childlike wonder.

"Lumiere!"

Lumiere gave Sylus a brief, cold stare before shifting his gaze to Rafayel.

"Chatting under the lamp post after a hunt," 

he said in his low, emotionless voice.

"Had fun?"

Rafayel tilted his head, puzzled.

 "Now that you mention it, this lamp post just exploded out of nowhere. Lumiere, can you fix that?"

Lumiere's answer was short and cutting.

"No." 

Sylus smirked again, the edges of his mouth tilting with provocation.

"I guess someone here doesn't like us talking here."

Rafayel glanced at him, confused.

"Sylus, can you talk normally? You're sounding weird."

In response, Sylus placed a hand on Rafayel's shoulder deliberately, his cold stare locked on Lumiere.

"I. Don't. Want. To."

Without hesitation, Lumiere yanked Sylus's hand off Rafayel's shoulder, his grip strong and sharp.

Lumiere said icily.

"Your friend here seems like an idiot." 

Rafayel's jaw dropped.

 "Wha—what?!"

But Sylus only laughed as he stepped closer to Lumiere, calm and daring.

"And you," 

he said with a smirk, 

"seem to be too secretive... Lumiere."

With that, Lumiere suddenly summoned his sword in a swift motion, the air around them crackling with tension.

"Woah, woah, no no no!"

 Rafayel jumped in between them, waving his hands.

 "What is wrong with you two?! Sylus isn't an idiot—he just talks like that! And Lumiere's identity should be secretive. Otherwise, why wear a mask at all? He's the legendary hunter, remember?!"

Sylus let out another laugh, stepping back coolly.

"Right. So close to you... yet still a mystery."

He patted Rafayel on the back with a casual slap.

"I'm heading off. This legendary Lumiere really is as cold as the rumors say."

And just like that, Sylus turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Rafayel behind, utterly confused and standing awkwardly between tension and sparks.

After a moment, the shattered lamp post flickered back to life, the light buzzing softly overhead.
Rafayel blinked up at it, confused.

"Huh? What the—?"

Before he could finish, Lumiere subtly tilted his head, silently gesturing for Rafayel to follow him through the narrow forest alley. Without hesitation, Rafayel's eyes lit up in excitement, and he trailed behind like an eager fanboy.

They walked in silence for a while, the crunch of gravel and leaves underfoot the only sound between them. Then, Lumiere's voice cut through the stillness—low and cold.

"Do you like that friend of yours?"

Rafayel raised a brow as he jogged a little to catch up, leaping lightly behind Lumiere.

"Huh? No. We're just really close friends—and classmates,"  he replied, brushing it off casually.

Lumiere came to a sudden halt, his steps pausing mid-stride. He turned slightly to glance over his shoulder at Rafayel.

"Do you remember what you said when I saved you... when you were eighteen?"

Rafayel tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly.

"What did I say?"

Lumiere resumed walking, his tone unwavering.

"You said you'd marry me as thanks for saving your life."

Rafayel's breath hitched. His heart skipped a beat.

"I... did say that," 

he admitted slowly. 

"But that was just a joke."

Lumiere stopped again, this time turning fully toward him, eyes steady beneath his mask.

"And I took it seriously."

Rafayel froze, stunned. His eyes widened as his heartbeat thundered in his chest.

Did... did my idol just say he took my words seriously?  Is Lumiere... serious about me?

His thoughts spiraled into chaos as he stood there, heat creeping up his face, caught between disbelief and something far more dangerous: hope.

Rafayel stumbled over his words, his voice shaky and laced with disbelief.

"A-Are you joking? Why would someone like you be interested in someone like me? I'm just a normal student."

Lumiere stood silent for a moment, unmoving. His voice, when it came, was calm and cold.

"Why can't I be?"

Rafayel's heart pounded in his chest. He took a nervous step back, hands fluttering in panic.

"You know I'm a fanboy, right? So it's kinda bad if you take anything I said seriously. H-ha... I mean—I'm a little crazy. I collect all your merch... posters, keychains... I even have your limited edition figure, okay? So if you knew that—"

Before he could finish, Lumiere stepped forward and gently, but firmly, grabbed the back of Rafayel's neck.

Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed him, cold and steady, yet tender.
Rafayel's eyes widened in shock. His entire body tensed, thoughts halting in an instant.

When Lumiere finally pulled away, his voice was quiet, resolute.

"I don't care."

And in that moment, Rafayel realized—This wasn't a dream.

Rafayel stood frozen in place, fingers slowly lifting to touch his lips. His face flushed crimson, and his heart thundered like a war drum beneath his ribs.

"I—I..."

Lumiere watched him calmly, eyes unreadable beneath the moonlight.

"When the time is right," 

he said, voice low and steady, 

"I'll come find you—and tell you the truth."

Rafayel blinked, confused. 

"What... what does that mean?"

But Lumiere was already gone, vanished into the shadows of the forest as silently as he had arrived.

Left alone under the faintly flickering lamp post, Rafayel stared at the empty space where his idol had just stood. Then, slowly, it hit him.

He gasped. His hands flew to his face as realization crashed over him.

"L-Lumiere kissed me... He kissed me!"

He spun in a circle, half-squealing, half-sobbing in disbelief.

"I'm not dreaming! I'm not! I—I'm living every fan's dream!"

Rafayel collapsed to his knees, hands covering his burning face, squealing into the night like a fanboy at a sold-out concert.

Months had passed, but Rafayel still couldn't shake the memory of Lumiere's kiss—or the fact that the mysterious hunter had taken his half-joking promise to marry him seriously. No matter how much time passed, the image of that cold, gentle kiss lived rent-free in his mind.

His dorm, once simple and tidy, had slowly transformed into a shrine of devotion. Lumiere merchandise was everywhere, posters, plushies, acrylic stands, rare figurines, signed photographs. Even the walls had started to disappear behind the collection.

Xavier sat on Rafayel's sofa, sipping coffee with a blank expression. His eyes scanned the mountain of memorabilia silently, brows twitching.

"At this point,"

 he said flatly,

"you should just rent another dorm room and turn it into a Lumiere museum."

Rafayel hummed in agreement, sipping his coffee beside him.

"Good idea. I should do that."

Crack.

Rafayel jolted.

"Hey! My cup!!"

He turned to see Xavier holding the broken handle, expression unreadable—until he suddenly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Rafayel's cheek.

"You have to decide soon,"

 Xavier said calmly, placing the ruined cup on the table.

"About my mother's proposal."

Then, like it was nothing at all, he added,

"And I'll buy you a new cup."

Rafayel sat there, stunned. His face flushed crimson, his heart doing backflips.

He stared blankly ahead.

What is going on with my life???

Two people had kissed him. Two people he might... like.

Xavier, the top student of Skyhaven University, confident, cool, always close.
And Lumiere, the cold, distant hunter—his idol—who had vanished after one fateful kiss and a cryptic promise.

Rafayel sank deeper into the sofa, covering his face with a groan.

"I don't even know who I like anymore..."

Chapter Text

It was supposed to be a peaceful weekend.

Rafayel was idling through Linkon City's art district, a canvas tote slung over his shoulder as he browsed for pastel paints—he was almost out of his favorite soft lilac and sand beige tones. The streets buzzed with chatter, and just beyond the rows of tidy shopfronts, the towering silhouette of Linkon's largest theme park loomed in the distance, its ferris wheel turning lazily under the afternoon sun.

He was inside a cozy little art supply shop, carefully examining a new set of imported colors, when the floor suddenly gave a subtle jolt.

Thud.

It stopped. For a second, no one reacted.
Then the tremor returned—stronger.

Rumble. THUD.

Brushes rattled in their tins. Paint bottles toppled from shelves. The shopkeeper stumbled forward, wide-eyed, and bolted toward the entrance. He burst out the front door and looked toward the park.

A scream tore from his throat.

"EVERYBODY OUT NOW! THE THEME PARK—IT'S COLLAPSING! WANDERERS! CAT-GRADE WANDERERS!"

Panic ignited.

Shoppers shrieked and rushed for the exits, knocking over displays in their scramble. Rafayel froze for a second, heart lurching in his chest. Then he ran outside with the crowd, only to come to a dead stop on the street.

His breath caught in his throat.

Over the rooftops, chaos erupted. The distant screams from the theme park were drowned out by a shrill, unnatural screech. Towering plumes of smoke and flame twisted into the sky as parts of the ferris wheel toppled like a child's toy. From above, a black, writhing cloud descended—fourty plus of Abiterwings, their razor-thin wings slicing the air like a plague of blades. Their glowing blue maws shimmered with energy.

Below them, massive Elysian Cervus Wanderers, tall, deer-like creatures with crystalline antlers and pulsing cores in their chests—stomped through buildings, tearing the city apart with deafening howls.

Rafayel stood frozen, eyes wide with horror as the ground trembled beneath his feet.

"What... the hell...?"

The sky cracked open with light. And the real nightmare was just beginning.

Royal Palace Guards surged forward, swords infused with elemental cores, striking in precise formation. SkyHaven University's elite Hunter fleet had deployed from airships hovering above the city. Their aerial fighters rained coordinated spells and artillery down on the Wanderers with precision, working in tandem with the ground units.

Blades clashed. Energy boomed. Screams mixed with battle cries.

From the eastern flank, a Royal Guard shouted mid-battle, slashing down an incoming Abiterwing with a pulse blade.

"Who the hell triggered an Aether Core explosion?! It's pulling in every damned Wanderer in the region!"

Another voice cut through the comms, one of the Hunter captains, voice grim.

"Must be EVER. One of their labs must've been hidden beneath the theme park. They were experimenting again, weren't they?!"

Rafayel, already leaping from a crushed rooftop to a safer platform, heard the exchange as he fought. His glaive, coated in elemental ink and hardened paint crusts, struck true through an Abiterwing that had locked eyes on a fleeing civilian.

His breath was sharp, his pulse louder than the howling wind.

EVER...?

The name sent a chill through him. That shady conglomerate was known for secretive research, weaponizing Aether for unknown purposes.

Rafayel darted through the chaos, heart pounding, flames dancing along his fingertips. His Fire Evol ability flared to life with every breath, controlled, focused, deadly. He launched a searing arc of flame at a swarm of Abiterwings, incinerating them mid-flight before they could divebomb a cluster of injured hunters.

The streets of Linkon were in ruin. Buildings cracked and burned. People screamed. The theme park's once vibrant silhouette was nothing but a collapsing ruin behind them, shrouded in smoke and sparks.

Everywhere, Wanderers clashed with defenders—Elysian Cervus smashing through vehicles with glowing antlers, Abiterwings swooping like vultures in the dusk light.

Rafayel's feet skidded across bloodied stone as he shielded a wounded palace guard, summoning a wall of flame to repel a charging beast. The stranger didn't speak, just gave him a nod, acknowledging him not as a student, but as a fellow fighter.

They didn't know each other's names. They didn't need to.

Every person in that battlefield had one common thought:
Survive. Fight back. End this.

A hunter with frost Evol stepped beside Rafayel, creating a freezing field to slow down incoming Wanderers. A third joined, using sonic waves to push back the crowd. They moved like a unit born of instinct and desperation.

No one gave orders. No one hesitated.
They simply fought—together.

The sky darkened as chaos roared through Linkon City. One after another, hunters arrived, followed by royal troops and Farspace fleets descending from above. The strongest fighters were gathering, a clear sign of how serious the situation had become.

On the ground, Rafayel moved fast through the broken streets, helping evacuate civilians while fending off the attacking Wanderers. The sharp crack of Elysian Cervus hooves echoed as they charged. Rafayel threw bursts of flame from his hands, driving them back with his Fire Evol.

Then, without warning, the sky opened.

Rain poured down in sheets, heavy and cold. Steam hissed around him as fire met water. His flames sputtered under the pressure of the storm.

Rafayel groaned, tilting his head back in frustration.

"Rain? Seriously? This timing??"

Still, he raised his hands again, fire flickering weakly in his palms. He had no choice. The city needed protecting, rain or not.

Rafayel groaned, water dripping down his face as he stared at the chaos around him.

"If my Fire Evol won't work in this weather,"

he muttered,

"then at least my dagger can."

With a flick of his hand, a sleek dagger materialized in his grip, glowing faintly with energy. Without hesitation, he swung his arm and launched the blade toward an oncoming Elysian Cervus. The weapon sliced through the rain and struck true, grazing the beast's leg and sending it stumbling back with a sharp cry.

"You stupid deers!"

Rafayel shouted, breathless and annoyed.

"Go back to the forest and eat some grass!"

More and more Elysian Cervus surged in from every direction, their antlers glowing and hooves thundering through the wet streets. Rafayel leapt into the air, twisting mid-flight to dodge an incoming charge. With practiced precision, he spun and slashed his dagger through another creature's flank before landing lightly on his feet.

But before he could catch a breath, a sudden gust of wind tore through the battlefield. A massive Abiterwing swooped down from above, its wings sharp like blades and its cry shrieking through the rain.

Rafayel barely managed to raise his dagger in time to block the strike, but the sheer force of the attack sent him flying backward. He crashed into a cracked concrete slab, the impact knocking the air from his lungs.

Gritting his teeth, he wiped a thin trail of blood from the corner of his mouth and growled under his breath,

"Great. Now the bird came. What a backup."

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Just as Rafayel prepared to launch himself back into the fray—dagger ready, evol surging—two powerful enemies closed in on him: the sharp-winged Abiterwing from above and the glowing-horned Elysian Cervus from the front.

Before either could reach him, a flash of light split the rain-soaked battlefield.
In a blink, Lumiere appeared.

With two precise arcs of his glowing sword, he cleaved both monsters in half—clean, effortless, and blindingly fast. The corpses hit the ground with a thud as the light from his evol flickered and faded.

Rafayel stared in awe, breath caught.

"Lumiere!"

Lumiere turned to him, his cloak catching in the wind as he reached out and pulled Rafayel to his feet.
"Why are you here?"  he asked sharply.

Rafayel brushed dust from his sleeves, shrugging.

"Was shopping for paint. Then this happened."

Lumiere's expression darkened.

"Go back now. I'll take over."

Rafayel's brows furrowed.

"No. I've already contributed. I'm not leaving."

Lumiere's voice turned firm, cold.

"I didn't give you an option."

But Rafayel didn't budge, meeting his gaze head-on.

"And I won't listen. Even if you can handle this alone, I'm staying. This is way too serious to walk away from."

Their eyes locked. The battlefield around them roared with chaos, screeches, thunder, fire but neither backed down.

 Lumiere said, low and dangerous.

"I'm serious."

Rafayel snapped back.

"So am I." 

Neither flinched. Neither turned away. And in the middle of a war zone, a silent storm brewed between two hearts that refused to break.

Lumiere let out a low sigh and grabbed Rafayel firmly by the wrist, his voice sharp and cold as always.

"I throw you up. You do the job. I settle the Elysian Cervus."

Rafayel blinked, completely thrown off.

"Sor–sorry? Wait, wha—?"

Before he could finish, Lumiere swung his arm effortlessly and launched Rafayel high into the air like he weighed nothing.

"THISSS—ISN'T—WHATT—I—EXPECTTTTTTT—!"

Rafayel soared upward, limbs flailing as he quickly tried to regain control. The wind roared past him as the silhouettes of flying Abiterwings closed in. Instinct kicked in. He summoned his dagger mid-air, channeling his weakened fire evol into it despite the rain and hurled it straight at the nearest Abiterwing.

One. Two. Three—
In a flurry of rapid throws and spins, Rafayel managed to bring down five of them before gravity dragged him back toward the ground.

Meanwhile, Lumiere dashed straight into the center of the Elysian Cervus horde. His sword gleamed with deadly arcs of light evol, and in mere seconds, he was blinking from one spot to the next, slashing, cutting, disappearing and reappearing like lightning itself.

As Rafayel plummeted, bracing for a rough landing, someone leapt up and caught him effortlessly—Lumiere.

Rafayel exhaled sharply, heart thudding.

"A warning next time, please!"

Lumiere, far below and still effortlessly slicing through the monstrous deer-like wanderers, glanced up with a faint cold smirk.

"I did."

Rafayel, still in Xavier's arms, looked down toward the battlefield below. The rain poured harder, but it didn't seem to slow Lumiere down at all. He moved like light itself—blindingly fast, striking with precision and elegance. One moment he was in front of the horde, the next he was behind them, and then they collapsed, felled by a single arc of his blade.

Rafayel's heart thumped hard.
He thought to himself, breath caught in awe.

Lumiere is too cool... I can't even catch up to his speed. He killed that entire horde of Elysian Cervus so easily... Like it was nothing.

He bit his lip slightly, flustered and frustrated all at once.

No matter how hard I train... Will I ever be anywhere near his level?

As the group of Abiterwings swooped in, their screeches filled the rain-soaked air. More than ten of them, flying in coordinated formation, aimed straight for Lumiere like arrows loosed from a bow. These weren't ordinary wanderers—they were faster, stronger, and frighteningly organized.

Lumiere's eyes sharpened. He shifted Rafayel in his arms to shield him, raising his sword just in time to block the first impact. The force sent them skidding back across the flooded ground, a spray of water splashing around them.

Rafayel clung to him, wide-eyed.

"Wha—?!"

Lumiere's voice came low, edged with fury.

"EVER. They just had to plant an experimental lab beneath the biggest damn theme park in Linkon."

His calm coldness was gone, replaced by a chilling intensity. His grip tightened, his stance grounded like steel, and his aura shifted into something lethal. Killing intent radiated from him in waves.

Rafayel could feel it. His heart skipped.

His whole vibe just changed... this side of him... it's terrifying—

He swallowed, eyes glued to Lumiere's form.
—and way too cool...

At first, Lumiere easily fought off the ten or more Abiterwings swarming him. But for Rafayel, it was much harder—his fire evol was weak in the rain, and he wasn't as strong as Lumiere.

Panting heavily, Rafayel didn't notice a group of Elysian Cervus charging toward him. Lumiere's eyes suddenly widened while still fending off the attacking Abiterwings.

 Lumiere shouted.

"RAFAYEL!"

Startled, Rafayel spun around, but he was too exhausted to fight back. Without hesitation, Lumiere dashed to him and took the full force of both the Elysian Cervus and Abiterwings' attacks.

Injured but determined, Lumiere fought fiercely. Even the strongest hunter couldn't handle more than twenty catastrophic wanderers at once.

Rafayel's eyes widened in shock.

"LUMIERE!"

They skidded backwards, pushed far away from the swarm of Elysian Cervus and Abiterwings by Lumiere's explosive arc of light evol. Lumiere held Rafayel tightly, protecting him.

In that moment, the upper half of Lumiere's mask slipped off, falling onto the wet ground with a sharp clang.

Rafayel's eyes locked onto Lumiere's face, worry, slowly, quickly turning to shock.

"Xa—vier..?"

Frozen in disbelief, Rafayel stared at the unmasked hunter. Without missing a beat, Lumiere swung his blade coolly, slicing through an Elysian Cervus that lunged at Rafayel from behind. Blood stained his arm and face from the impact, but his gaze remained calm and fierce.

Suddenly, Sylus dashed in without noticing Rafayel standing there.

"Prince Xavier! Where the hell did you go?! Did you just leave me alone with a hoard of idiot birds?!" Sylus shouted, frustration clear in his voice.

But then his eyes caught sight of the figure Xavier was holding and the fallen mask lying on the wet ground.

His voice faltered.

"Rafayel?"

Rafayel's eyes went wide.

"Sylus?"

Rafayel looked between Sylus and Xavier, completely stunned.

"Prince Xavier?????"

Sylus let out a silent wince and muttered under his breath,

"Great..."

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Xavier held Rafayel effortlessly, his presence calm and commanding even in the middle of battle.

"Sylus,"

 he said firmly, 

"inform all troops and Farspace members. Activate the air nuclear. I'll handle the shielding."

Sylus groaned under his breath, casually brushing debris off his shoulder. 

"Got it. I'll be back right after giving the instruction."

He glanced at Rafayel, who was still nestled in Xavier's arms, eyes wide and stunned. Sylus sighed, smirked faintly, and raised an eyebrow as if to say told you so.

"Well... he's the prince. Congrats, Rafayel."

With that, he turned and sprinted off coolly through the rain, fading into the chaos of war.
Rafayel remained frozen, his heart racing. His mind couldn't keep up.

Xavier is Lumiere. And Lumiere is the Philos Prince. All along... it was him?

He looked at the man holding him—now in the battle-worn Lumiere outfit, mask gone, his princely face exposed, streaked with blood from the skirmish yet still radiating calm strength.

And then it hit him again.

Sylus knew. Sylus knew all along.

Rafayel blinked in disbelief, his thoughts spinning wildly.

If Sylus knew who Xavier truly is... then who exactly is Sylus? Just a close friend? No—someone more. Someone trusted enough to stand beside the Philos Prince in battle.

He stared at the spot Sylus had disappeared into, completely lost now, not just in feelings, but in secrets unraveling all around him.

Xavier looked at Rafayel with that same unshakable calm, his voice low and steady.

"I'll explain everything once this is over."

Rafayel blinked rapidly, still caught in the whirlwind of realization. But finally, he managed to speak, voice shaky.

"Lumiere... is you. And you're the prince... which means that time—your parents... they're the king and queen..."

His eyes widened in sheer horror.

"I touched their hands like they were my friends! I even called the queen "that lady!"! Oh my holy— am I getting my head cut off?!"

Xavier chuckled, genuinely amused for the first time.

"Is that the only thing you're worried about right now?"

Rafayel blinked, still pale.

"I—I need to write my will."

Xavier smirked, his arm tightening slightly around Rafayel's waist.

"Don't worry. You're under royal protection now."

Rafayel's heart pounded in his chest, harder than it ever did even during battle. He wanted to be angry. Xavier had lied to him, kept such a massive secret, acted like three different people... but for some reason, he just couldn't be mad.

Maybe it was the way Xavier was holding him, steady, calm, protective despite the chaos. Or maybe it was the storm still raging around them, the scent of smoke and rain mixing in the air. But deep down, Rafayel knew.

Now wasn't the time.

Right now, all he wanted was for this catastrophic disaster to end. For the city to be safe. For the noise, the destruction, the Wanderers—to all go away.

Then... then maybe, he could start making sense of everything.

Who Xavier really was. Who he was in all this.
And why, despite everything, his heart still thumped every time Xavier looked at him

A sharp alert blinked from the Farspace fleet above—a glowing signal in the sky, pulsing with urgency. The air nuclear was about to begin.

Down on the chaotic battlefield, Wanderers still poured in like an endless tide. Hunters and royal troops fought with everything they had.

Rafayel looked up, confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Just then, Sylus reappeared, walking out of the smoke with effortless cool, his energy manipulation Evol crackling faintly around him.

"Okay, all informed. Now what?"

Xavier, now speaking as the Philos Prince, not Lumiere, not the Xavier from Skyhaven, stood tall, voice cold and clear with command.

"Sylus. Once the Farspace fleet gives the red smoke signal, carry Rafayel up near the air nuclear. Rafayel, you'll release your fire Evol up there. The air nuclear will disable the Abiterwings, but I need your fire to disintegrate them before they recover. Sylus will shield you from radiation."

Rafayel stared at him, wide-eyed. That voice. That calm, calculating tone. His inner fanboy screamed.

He nodded quickly, almost too excited.

"Y-Yeah, I got it!" 

Sylus, more serious now, looked at Xavier.

"Then you?"

Xavier's eyes sharpened.

"I'll cut the entire battlefield in half. The Elysian Cervus are being drawn by the Aether Core explosion, we have to wipe them out in one clean strike. No delays."

Rafayel nearly choked.

"WHAT?! You're going to do what?!"

But before he could protest, Sylus grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him away from Xavier's grasp. Xavier didn't stop. He turned around, already dashing into the storm of monsters like a streak of lightning.

Just before he vanished into the chaos, he glanced back once—cool, quiet—and mouthed silently to Rafayel:

"Be careful."

And then he was gone.

As chaos tore through the battlefield, Xavier stepped forward alone, lifting his glowing sword high above his head. His voice rang clear and commanding across the field.

"In command of Prince Philos! All troops and hunters—retreat!"

The soldiers and hunters turned in surprise, many mid-battle, looking toward him in confusion.

"Retreat?"
"Why? What's happening?"
"Wait—if the prince says so... he must have a plan!"

Without hesitation, they followed his order, pulling back quickly and forming a line behind Xavier. The tension in the air grew thick as they awaited his next command.

Xavier's voice cut through again, sharp and cold.

"Put up your shields!"

There was a beat of stunned silence.

"Shields? Why? Against what?"

But no one questioned further. Every hunter, every guard, every troop did as told, raising their defensive barriers, summoning whatever shielding Evol they had.

Then it happened.

A red smoke signal shot up into the sky from the Farspace fleet—a blinding streak across the rain-heavy clouds.

From the far end, high above the city, Sylus and Rafayel spotted the sign.

Sylus tightened his grip on Rafayel's waist.

"Let's go, fishie. We're flying to hunt birds for dinner."

Before Rafayel could reply, they blasted off into the sky. Sylus's energy manipulation Evol lifted them with shocking speed, a dark crimson aura trailing behind.

Rafayel gasped as they flew.

"Your Evol lets you fly?!"

Sylus smirked mid-air.

"Energy is everything, fishie."

Then—the air nuclear launched.

A colossal surge of energy detonated in the sky, washing the battlefield in a wave of white-hot radiation. The Abiterwings didn't stand a chance, they shrieked and disintegrated mid-air, torn apart by the force.

But Rafayel and Sylus were unharmed, shielded within an enormous, crackling dome of crimson energy. The shield was the size of a house, pulsing with Sylus's raw power.

Rafayel turned to him, eyes wide in awe.

"I didn't know you were actually this strong."

Sylus said nothing. He just smirked again, silent and cool, his full focus on protecting Rafayel.

At the same time, down below amidst the chaos, Xavier's body erupted in blinding light.

His Light Evol surged at a level no one had seen before, burning so intensely, so brilliantly, it was like a second sun had ignited on the battlefield. The rain didn't even reach him anymore; it sizzled away in the heat of his aura.

His sword, once slender and sharp, now transformed—forging itself into a massive greatsword, glowing gold-white, pulsating with raw energy. Light danced across the blade like lightning locked in metal.

Xavier stood alone, calm and cold, facing down the hundred-strong stampede of Elysian Cervus charging toward him. He narrowed his eyes. His voice rang out, low and sharp:

"Bye, deers. Gonna need you all for meat donation."

The hunters and troops behind him, still raising their shields, froze at his words.

"Wait—did the prince just say... meat?"
"Meat donation?"
"Hold on, is he actually planning to fight them all... alone?"

They glanced at the approaching hoard—twisting, screeching, monstrous beasts tearing across the soaked ground.

Then looked back at Xavier, who raised the colossal sword high.
From above, Sylus and Rafayel could see the glow, so bright it lit the clouds from underneath.

Rafayel's mouth dropped open.

"What the hell... he's glowing like an actual sun."

Sylus just chuckled under his breath.

"That's why he's the Prince."

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Sylus's voice cut sharp through the wind.

"Now."

Rafayel snapped back to focus and instantly channeled his Fire Evol, launching streams of fire toward the dying Abiterwings falling from the nuclear blast. In perfect sync, Sylus lifted his hand, and a wave of deep crimson energy surged outward, amplifying and spreading Rafayel's flames across the sky.

A massive ring of fire ignited in the air, disintegrating all the remaining Abiterwings before they even touched the ground. The explosion lit up the entire battlefield, casting golden-red shadows below.

Rafayel gasped, eyes wide in awe.

"You can expand my Fire Evol?"

Sylus smirked, his crimson aura pulsing.

"It's energy too."

On the ground, the rest of the hunters and troops looked up, stunned.

"What was that?"
"A new kind of firework?"
"No, seriously, that looked amazing."
"Wait—one of the guys up there... that's Prince Sylus, isn't it?"

At the same moment, below them, Xavier moved.

With a calm breath and glowing eyes, he lifted his enormous light-forged sword. The ground trembled beneath his boots as he planted his stance.

Then—he swung.

A single blinding arc of light tore through the battlefield. The slash split the earth, cracked it like glass, and sliced clean through the stampede of over a hundred Elysian Cervus, their forms vanishing into the brilliance of the Light Evol.

The shockwave hit a second later.

Debris flew, the ground shattered, and a wall of energy surged toward the troops—but their shields held, just barely.

Xavier stood alone at the center, his own Light Evol shielding him from the sheer force of his attack.

Above, the ring of fire still burned in the sky.
Below, the earth trembled from the aftershock of Xavier's swing.

It was over in seconds.
Silence fell. One of the hunters slowly lowered his shield and muttered:

"...Now we know why he told us to put on a shield."

Sylus descended slowly, still holding Rafayel securely by the waist, the wind from the fading firestorm swirling around them. As they touched down near Xavier, Sylus gently released Rafayel to the ground.

Without hesitation, Rafayel sprinted toward Xavier, his eyes wide with disbelief at the destruction the prince had caused all by himself.

"This is... insane..."  he breathed.

Then, with a proud grin, he pointed dramatically toward the sky.

"Settled, Prince Xavier!"

Xavier lifted an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into a rare, gentle smile—a stark contrast to the cold composure he usually wore. And dressed in the sliver outfit of Lumiere, he looked even more like the hero Rafayel had admired from the start.

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat.

"You okay? Injured badly?"

Xavier stepped forward, calm and cool.

"I got injured, but nothing serious. You, on the other hand—"

His tone sharpened slightly.

"You're hurt."

Rafayel frowned in protest.

"I'm just a normal university student! Of course I'm hurt. Unlike you! This is just a scratch!"

All around them, the hunters and troops began murmuring, watching in curiosity. They knew exactly who Prince Xavier was... but not this boy who spoke to him with such ease, such audacity.

Before any of them could speak up, Xavier turned to the troops, his voice cold and firm, the voice of a royal.

"My bride."

A shockwave far quieter but somehow more dramatic, rippled through the entire army.

Everyone froze.

Then, as if a switch had flipped, they all straightened up and bowed respectfully. Even those who had been watching in confusion a moment ago now knew exactly where Rafayel stood in the hierarchy.

Rafayel's eyes shot open, his face flushing a deep red.
He yelped, and turned on his heel, bolting away in embarrassment.

"NO I'M NOT!" 

Behind him, Sylus burst into laughter, crossing his arms.

"Well, now the whole army knows. Congrats, fishie."

Xavier didn't even flinch. He simply turned toward the gathering troops again, commanding in a deep, resolute voice:

"Let's clean up the aftermath. Excellent work today, all of you. Especially the Farspace fleets. I'll inform the king personally to ensure they're properly rewarded."

The chaos of the catastrophic disaster had long settled. Linkon Theme Park was undergoing massive repairs, EVER was deep in investigation, and life seemed to return to normal—for everyone except Rafayel.

Now it was a quiet weekend afternoon. In the small, sunlit dorm room, three figures sat around the dining table. Rafayel sat on one side, arms folded, a cup of tea steaming in his hands. Xavier and Sylus sat side by side across from him, cool and composed as always.

Rafayel narrowed his eyes, clearly still processing.
He asked, frowning over his tea.

"Care to explain now?" 

Xavier leaned back slightly in his chair, answering with that effortless calm.

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

Sylus gave a casual shrug beside him.

"If you're wondering how we're connected—simple. We're cousins."

"—WHAT?!"
Rafayel choked on his tea, coughing violently as he stared at the two of them in shock.

Xavier didn't even blink.

"Yes. I'm Lumiere... and Xavier. And also the prince of Philos."

Sylus added in casually, as if discussing the weather.

"To be fair, I didn't know he was Lumiere either. Not until I sparred with him in the campus hall that time."

Rafayel wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, wide-eyed.

"You guys are cousins?! So—Sylus! You were close to me for a reason then? You knew something, didn't you?"

Sylus rolled his eyes with a calm scoff.

"No. I was genuinely your friend, alright? You're just... weirdly easy to be friends with."

Xavier shot Sylus a sharp side-glare and added coldly:

"Too close. So piss off."

Sylus just grinned, clearly unfazed.

Sylus stood up after finishing the last bite of lunch, brushing off his hands casually. That signature smirk played on his lips as he glanced at the two across the table.

"I'll leave first. Xavier doesn't seem too thrilled I'm in your dorm anyway."

Xavier didn't say a word, he didn't need to. His cold and quiet stare was enough. Arms folded, posture calm but guarded.

Rafayel blinked, confused by the tension.

"Huh? Wait—"

Before he could finish, Xavier spoke. Cold. Direct.

"You still want him to stay after lunch?"

Rafayel froze, mouth hanging slightly open, then went completely quiet. His eyes darted between the two of them. Sylus just chuckled low under his breath, throwing a wave behind him.

"Good luck surviving, Fishie,"  he said coolly, and walked out the door.

The dorm fell silent again.

Rafayel stared at Xavier, who was now sipping tea as if nothing had happened—though the air still held a strange weight. That quiet intensity. Rafayel could feel it clearly this time.

He looked down at his tea and thought to himself with wide eyes:

Wait... is he actually jealous? Of his own cousin? Aren't you guys family?! 

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Rafayel took a deep breath and stared down into his tea cup, his cheeks already tinted red. He mustered all the courage he had because now he knew the man sitting across from him wasn't just Lumiere or Xavier. He was the Prince of Philos.

But even so, right now, they were just two people sitting in a quiet dorm room.

"Now that we're alone,"

Rafayel started carefully, 

"why did you lie to me?"

Xavier, calm as ever, placed his coffee down gently. His eyes didn't waver.
He said plainly.

"Because I didn't know who you actually liked. Lumiere or Xavier. That's why."

Rafayel's eyes widened, his breath catching. He quickly looked away, trying to hide the flush rising to his face.

"I didn't know who I liked either... at first," 

he admitted, voice barely above a murmur. 

"It was only Lumiere. I saw him as an idol. Cool, silent, the cold hunter hero type."

Xavier's gaze grew darker, more serious.

"And me?"  he asked quietly.

Rafayel's face turned redder. He looked like he wanted to melt into his chair.

"Then... then when I started to get to know you more—" 

he stumbled slightly over his words, 

"especially after seeing how you kept exploding your dorm kitchen like it was the most normal thing in the world... it got more and more interesting. I don't know why... but my heart thumped whenever you did those small things."

Xavier's expression shifted. The sharp edge in his eyes softened, replaced with something warm and curious.

He tilted his head slightly.
"Which actions?"

Rafayel frowned a little, clearly embarrassed but answering anyway.

"When you spar with Sylus. When you got too close to me. When you hugged me..."

His voice trailed off at the end, barely a whisper.

Xavier smiled gently, his voice soft but steady.

"But all along... I'm both."

Rafayel groaned quietly, his face still flushed as he frowned in frustration—mostly at himself.

"I know! I'm trying to accept it!" 

he huffed, gripping his tea cup like it had offended him.

  "Who would've thought Lumiere is the Prince of Philos and also a student in Skyhaven University?!"

He muttered under his breath, flustered,

"I take back everything I ever said... about the prince not studying like a public student, and Lumiere not even being a student at all..."

Xavier chuckled coolly, the sound low and effortless.

"Should I be offended then?"

Rafayel looked at him, then quickly looked away again, burying half his face behind his teacup.

"No! I mean—yes—I mean, ugh!"

Xavier leaned back slightly, still smiling, clearly enjoying Rafayel's panic far too much.
Xavier grinned, the warmth in his eyes softening the sharp edges of his usual cool demeanor.

"Still... the kiss I gave you... it wasn't a lie."

His voice was calm, honest.

"I like you. As both Lumiere and as Xavier. Not because of my mother's arrangement. But because of me, my choice. Since that moment I caught you from falling into that pit when you were eighteen... since you talked to me like I was just another student. When you fangirled over Lumiere so much you bought all those ridiculous figurines—"

Rafayel's ears turned red.

Xavier smiled fondly, gaze turning nostalgic.

"But more than that... I didn't expect the boy who once saved my mother would turn out to be you. I was ready to reject the arranged match, until she showed me a photo of her savior."

He paused, voice quiet but full of meaning.

"It was you."

Their eyes met. Xavier's calm and sincere, Rafayel's wide and stunned.

"I like the one who looked at me like I wasn't a prince."

Rafayel's heart pounded loudly in his chest. Words fumbled at his lips as his brain scrambled to catch up.

"Wait... the queen took a photo of me when I was young?"

Xavier couldn't help but laugh at how fast Rafayel got distracted.

"Yeah. She did. It's in my phone now, actually."

Rafayel's face exploded in crimson.

"Wha—you carry a photo of baby me around?!"

Xavier sipped his coffee smoothly.
"It's cute."

"DELETE IT."

"Never."

Xavier took a slow step forward, the air around him calm and princely as always. But now, there was a quiet gentleness underneath that coolness—something only Rafayel could sense. He stopped just in front of him, leaning in slightly, close enough for Rafayel to feel the quiet warmth coming from him, even though his face stayed unreadable.

"Honestly..." 

Xavier said in a low voice, 

"if I got another bride instead of you—would you mind?"

Rafayel frowned right away.

"Then the Queen better keep her promise!"

Xavier raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Oh? You mean the promise to find you a partner because you saved her?"

Rafayel stiffened.

"Yes!"

 he said firmly, crossing his arms with a sharp huff.

"She has to keep her word!"

Xavier took another step closer, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?"

Rafayel looked away quickly, his face starting to burn.

"What?! I'm just saying what's fair. That's all!"

Xavier leaned down a little, voice softer now.

"You're jealous, Rafayel."

Rafayel's face turned bright red.

"I'm NOT—!"

Xavier's smirk widened.

"Then should I test it? Maybe meet a potential candidate tonight?"

Rafayel slammed his hands on the table and stood up, glaring.

"You dare, and I'll burn your whole dorm down. Not just your oven this time!"

Xavier laughed—really laughed, this time. His voice was warm, and his smile reached his eyes.

"There's the answer I wanted."

Without another word, Xavier reached forward and gently took Rafayel's face in his hands. Before Rafayel could react, Xavier leaned in and kissed him—deep, sure, and warm.

Rafayel's eyes flew wide open. His whole body froze, heart thumping like a drum. His hands stayed stiff at his sides, unsure of what to do, his face burning red.

Then Xavier pulled back slowly, his usual cool expression softening into a confident, knowing smile.

"Then,"

 he said calmly, 

"be my bride. Keep your promise to Lumiere. You said you'd marry Lumiere as thanks... so now's your chance."

Rafayel short-circuited on the spot.

In a panic, he rushed over to the sofa and grabbed the enormous Lumiere cushion, holding it up like a shield in front of him. His voice came out in a stutter.

"Lu—Lumiere!"

Xavier strode over coolly, unbothered. With a smirk, he slapped the cushion out of the way and leaned down slightly, locking eyes with Rafayel.

"Yes,"

 he said smoothly.

 "Then you're my bride now."

Rafayel could only nod slowly, eyes still avoiding his but his ears were red down to his neck. Blushing, speechless, and hopelessly caught off guard, all Rafayel could do now... was feel.

Chapter Text

Life at Skyhaven University returned to its usual rhythm. Students bustled through campus halls, deadlines loomed, and classes carried on like nothing extraordinary had happened. For most, it really hadn't. But for Rafayel, everything had changed—just not in any way that showed.

He still sat in the same Art classroom, still laughed at Sylus's dry jokes as they sketched bizarre-looking portraits of their tired professor. It was almost easy to forget that Sylus was part of the Philos royal family too. Both he and Xavier kept it so quiet, so ordinary, that even Rafayel found himself slipping into normalcy around them.

It didn't take long for Rafayel to notice a pattern—members of the Philos royal family didn't flaunt their titles. They blended in, laughed among students, and rarely ever mentioned who they really were. It was a habit that seemed deliberate. And maybe... comforting.

Rafayel, the unlucky-yet-somehow-lucky boy who once saved the Queen from drowning, had unknowingly tied himself to the palace long ago. He still remembered the Queen's gentle promise when he was just a boy—"I'll find you a partner when you grow up."

Back then, it had sounded like a fairy tale. Later, when Lumiere had pulled him back from the edge of a deadly pit, Rafayel had joked breathlessly that he would marry him in return.

And now?

Now, Rafayel was secretly the bride of Prince Xavier, who was also Lumiere. The hunter. The explosive oven next door dorm neighbor. The quiet prince behind it all.

It was just another late afternoon at Skyhaven University when Rafayel found himself in Xavier's dorm kitchen—again—frowning down at the ingredients in front of him. Steam rose gently from the pot as he stirred with practiced annoyance.

"If you can't cook, can you just not try?!" 

he grumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes at the pan on the counter. 

"This is the second time you've blown a hole in the pan, Xavier. Do you know how expensive these are? And now I have to cook for you again?!"

Behind him, Xavier leaned lazily against the wall, about to give his usual cool, teasing reply until his phone rang.

His smile faded as he picked it up, his voice shifting immediately to something more serious.

"Got it. I'll come up and fetch you."

Rafayel turned, eyebrow raised.

"Who was that?"

Xavier ended the call and slid the phone into his pocket.

"Someone's coming here. I'm going down to get them."

Rafayel crossed his arms, suspicious.

 "Do I need to leave? Because I only cooked for two. Not running a royal restaurant."

Xavier gave him a faint smile, calm, cold, but with that subtle gentleness only Rafayel knew how to read.

"No need to leave. You'll know soon enough. They've already eaten anyway."

And with that, Xavier turned and left the dorm without another word.

Rafayel stared after him, eyebrows still drawn together. He turned back to the stove, muttering under his breath as he stirred the pot.

"He could've just told me who it was... and why is the pan with the hole still sitting here like a trophy? Like 'Look at what I destroyed, now feed me.' Hmph."

The kitchen filled with the smell of garlic and herbs as Rafayel went back to cooking, totally unaware of the surprise walking its way into Xavier's dorm.

After a short while, the door to Xavier's dorm opened.
The Queen stepped in happily, her eyes lighting up as she took in the smell from the kitchen.

"Oh my! It smells so good in here!"

Right behind her, the King walked in, eyeing the surroundings with his usual composed demeanor.

"Your dorm... is small,"

 he remarked bluntly.

"Maybe you should get another three or four rooms."

Xavier, leaning against the doorframe with his signature calm, cool tone, chuckled lightly.

"The dean would suspect me."

Meanwhile, Rafayel, still frowning at the scorched pan next to him, stomped out of the kitchen. He held up the poor pan, which now had a perfect hole at the bottom.

"Xavier! You've got the nerve to leave this destroyed pan next to me while I'm cooking?! What is this, huh? Planning to build an army using your explosive ovens and disaster pans?!"

Then he froze mid-rant—pan still in hand—when he caught sight of the royal couple standing calmly in the room.

"Oh—! Ah... ha... ha... ha...Hi!"

The Queen beamed at him like she was watching her favorite comedy show.

"Oh my, you're just as lively as I imagined! Continue-on~"

The King gave him a once-over, then nodded.

"Don't need to bow here. We are just visiting."

Xavier walked over with his usual unbothered coolness, took the ruined pan from Rafayel's hands, and tossed it into the sink without blinking.

"They're our guests,"  he said flatly.

Rafayel shot him a glare but stayed silent, mumbling under his breath, "I'm dead."

Soon, the four of them sat at the small dining table. Xavier and Rafayel ate while the King and Queen sat opposite, watching them with quiet amusement. Rafayel could feel their eyes on him—intense but not unkind. It wasn't judgmental, but curious, like they were silently taking notes on him.

Meanwhile, Xavier, unfazed as ever, casually spoke between bites.

"Could you both not stress my bride out?"

Rafayel's spoon froze midair as his cheeks turned red.

The King raised a brow and answered coolly,

"We need to see how good he looks. He's going to be the next Queen, after all."

The Queen laughed softly, resting her chin on her palm as she looked at Rafayel with a smile.

"Rafayel, is Xavier's cooking really that bad?"

That one question broke the tension. Rafayel blinked, then straightened up slightly, more animated now that someone had finally brought it up.

"I'm so glad you asked," 

he said, pointing a finger at Xavier dramatically. 

"He's exploded the kitchen more than eight times since I enrolled! I'm the one who has to clean up the mess! I've had enough!"

The Queen and King both stared at him for a moment then burst out laughing, clearly entertained.
Xavier, as cool as ever, sipped his drink and muttered,

 "I'm good at it. You just don't appreciate my creativity."

Rafayel stared at him.

"Your creativity blew a hole through three walls."

The Queen wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye, her smile wide with amusement.

"Oh, I like him," 

she said, turning to Xavier with a knowing look. 

"He's honest. Treasure him, Xavier."

The King gave a slow, approving nod beside her, his expression unreadable but firm.
Xavier, without missing a beat, answered coolly,

"I will."

Rafayel, who had just taken a sip of soup, nearly choked. His ears turned a deep shade of red as he looked away quickly, trying to hide his flustered expression.

"I—I'm right here, you know," he mumbled.

The Queen chuckled again, clearly delighted.

"Yes, and you're delightful."

Rafayel sank slightly in his seat, utterly defeated by royalty.

Chapter Text

It was an ordinary afternoon when Rafayel was walking back to his dorm, fresh out of class, his mind already drifting to what Xavier might've messed up in the kitchen again.

"Hey, Rafayel!"

He turned to see Luvi, one of his classmates and the guy who lived just a floor below—running up to him with a wide grin.

"I heard you like Lumiere,"

Luvi said, catching his breath.

"I've got a big Lumiere figurine, ended up with a couple of the same one. I was about to give it away. You want it?"

Rafayel's eyes lit up immediately, all fatigue forgotten.

"I'm in!"

He followed Luvi down the hallway to his dorm and waited just outside, bouncing slightly on his heels like an excited kid. A few minutes later, Luvi emerged holding a wrapped figurine and a small paper bag.

"Here,"

Luvi said, handing them over.

"And I grabbed some bread too. You might be hungry. Even if not, just take it. I've got extras."

Rafayel beamed as he took the items, cradling the figurine like it was treasure.

"You sure have a lot of extras,"

he joked.

"Still, thanks! For both."

Luvi smiled gently, eyes lingering a second longer than necessary.

"Anytime."

What Rafayel didn't realize... was that Luvi had been hoping for a chance like this. To give something. To get a little closer.
Just maybe, more than just a course mate.

Lately, Rafayel had been coming back with his arms full of Lumiere merchandise. Figurines, keychains, posters, he had them all. And strangely enough, none of it seemed to come out of his own wallet.

Xavier noticed it the moment he returned from his lecture. As he walked down the hallway, he spotted Rafayel struggling to open his dorm door with boxes stacked up in his arms.

Xavier asked, raising a brow.

"Just how many are you buying now?"

Rafayel puffed as he finally pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Hey~ I didn't buy these"

Xavier followed him in, closing the door behind them, still eyeing the ridiculous pile of Lumiere-themed items.
He asked, skeptical.

"You didn't buy this?"

Rafayel carefully set the merchandise down on the sofa like it was sacred.

"Nope. My dormmate from downstairs gave them to me. Says he's a Lumiere fan too. Apparently, he always buys extra."

Rafayel then pulled out a small paper bag and held it up, grinning.

"He also gave me bread. He's nice."

Xavier's jaw twitched. There was something colder in his eyes now.

"...How long has this been going on?" he asked.

Rafayel, entirely oblivious to the tension, opened the bag and pulled out a soft bun.

"About a week? He's in my Art class."

Xavier's brow twitched harder. The cold aura around him deepened.

"For a week,"

he repeated slowly,

"you've just been accepting food and gifts from him because it's Lumiere?"

Rafayel was already munching happily on the bread.

"Yeah?"

He reached into the bag again, holding out another piece like it was no big deal.

"Want one?"

Xavier stared at him, unimpressed.
He replied flatly, voice colder than usual.

"I don't like bread."

Rafayel blinked.

"You ate it last time."

Xavier said icily.

"That was your bread. Not his."

Rafayel watched Xavier with mild confusion as he continued munching on the bread. The usually calm and cool prince looked like he was seconds away from freezing the entire room with his stare.

Rafayel tilted his head, frowning a little. He thought to himself.

What's wrong with him? Isn't he an eating monster?   He even ate five buns in one sitting just last week! Why is he rejecting bread now like it's poison?

The next day, as their lecture ended, Rafayel was casually packing his books when Xavier suddenly spoke, his voice cold and calm.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

Rafayel looked up, one brow raised in curiosity.

"That's random. Sure, what's the bet?"

Xavier slung his bag over one shoulder with effortless cool.

"Luvi will come looking for you once we reach the campus dorm building."

Rafayel scoffed.

"You think that guy shows up every day with Lumiere stuff?"

Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly.

"He did the past few days, didn't he? Even brought you bread."

Rafayel folded his arms with a smirk.

"Fine, I'm in. What happens to the loser?"

Xavier stepped closer, his tone steady and low.

"I get to do whatever I want to you."

Rafayel blinked, then raised an eyebrow with a teasing grin.

"Then if I win, I get to do whatever I want to you too."

Xavier's lips curled into a smirk.

"Deal."

As soon as Rafayel stepped into the campus dorm building, his eyes landed on a familiar figure near the entrance.

Luvi called out cheerfully, waving.

"Rafayel!"

Rafayel froze mid-step, eyes widening.
He muttered under his breath,

"Wow... I lost the bet."

Behind him, Xavier's expression darkened like a storm cloud.
"I told you," he said flatly.

Luvi jogged over with a grin, giving Xavier a polite nod, which Xavier completely ignored.

"Rafayel! Wanna go out for dinner? Since tomorrow's the weekend. You can bring Xavier along too, if he doesn't mind."

Before Rafayel could say a word, Xavier stepped in, voice cool as ice.

"My kind of dinner is in pairs. Not threes."

Rafayel let out an awkward laugh, scratching his cheek.

"Erm—Luvi, is that all?"

But Xavier interrupted again, even colder than before.

"Yeah, That's all for you Rafayel. And Luvi, he's not free today. Just so you know, he's stopped eating bread."

Rafayel glanced at Xavier, confused.

What's with him? He won't even let me talk...

Luvi chuckled, clearly sensing the tension.

"Oh, I see. Then... how about tomorrow?"

Xavier gave a tight, overly polite smile that somehow still felt threatening.

"He's not free whenever I'm around."

Luvi blinked, clearly unsure how to respond.

Xavier stepped forward, placing himself between Rafayel and Luvi like a protective wall. His voice came out low and sharp.

"Stop giving him Lumiere merchandise. He doesn't need it anymore, Luvi."

Before Rafayel could even react, Xavier grabbed his wrist and pulled him firmly away, leading him into the dorm building at a brisk, cold pace. Rafayel stumbled slightly behind him, glancing over his shoulder.

"Erm—Bye, Luvi!" he called out awkwardly.

Luvi stood there with a small sigh, watching them disappear through the entrance.

"...So... he's taken."

Upstairs, Xavier didn't stop until they reached Rafayel's door. He gave him a light shove.

"Open your door."

Rafayel frowned, nearly stumbling again.

"Hey! Be nice! What's with you all of a sudden?"

Still flustered, he unlocked the door, and before he could step in properly, Xavier pulled him inside and shut the door behind them with a loud thud.

Then came the cold command.

"Throw away all the merchandise he gave you. Or better, throw away all the Lumiere items."

Rafayel's jaw dropped.

"What?! That's overboard! It's Lumiere! Why would I throw it away? And Luvi gave those to me for free!"

Xavier stepped closer, each word more serious than the last.

"The real Lumiere is here. And you're not allowed to take things from anyone else, unless it's from me."

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat.
He stared at Xavier, stunned, the weight of those words sinking in.

...I almost forgot... he's Lumiere.

Chapter Text

Xavier took slow, deliberate steps toward Rafayel, his voice like ice.

"Remember the bet?" 

he said, eyes narrowing. 

"You lost. That means I can do whatever I want with you. So throw away the merchandise he gave you."

Rafayel backed up slightly, swallowing hard at the intensity in Xavier's tone.

"Th—Then!" 

Rafayel blurted out, trying to bargain, 

"Wear the Lumiere outfit! You wear it, then I'll throw it. I—I bought it! I have it right here!"

Xavier stared at him, unimpressed.

"Non-negotiable."

Rafayel's shoulders slumped a little, but his resolve didn't budge.

"Then I won't throw it! Even if I lost the bet. At least let me see you in the Lumiere outfit again!"

Xavier let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temple.

"You're doing this on purpose."

Rafayel thought to himself, heart pounding, face red but determined:

Of course! My future husband, my lover, and my idol all in one! Of course I want to see it!

Xavier pressed two fingers to his temple, clearly regretting his life choices.

"...Fine."

Without another word, he grabbed the Lumiere cosplay outfit—which looked almost identical to his real one and disappeared into the bathroom. Rafayel practically bounced to the sofa, hugging a cushion to his chest.

"WORTH IT! Totally worth it! I get to see Xavier as Lumiere again!! Even if I have to throw those things away later... this is so worth it!"

A few minutes passed. Then the bathroom door opened with a soft click.

Xavier stepped out, dressed head to toe in the pristine, elegant Lumiere uniform. He moved with that same cold, composed grace Rafayel had seen the first time—no, the time—that changed his life.

Rafayel's eyes sparkled as they widened, his heart thumping like a drum.
He gasped.

"Lumiere!!"

He scrambled up, holding out the signature mask with trembling excitement.

"Wear the mask too!! Please, please!"

But Xavier, with his usual icy flair, swatted the mask aside without a glance.

"No."

The mask clattered to the floor.
Rafayel didn't even blink. Instead, his grin grew impossibly wider.

"GAHHH! SO COOL!!"

 he squealed like a fangirl, spinning in a happy little circle.
Xavier walked toward Rafayel with a cold, confident stride, his presence as intense as ever.

"I already wore the outfit," 

he said coolly. 

"So you're throwing all that junk away. Tonight."

Rafayel, still high from excitement, nodded eagerly.

"Got it, got it! Totally worth it! The real one is right here in front of me! You're so cool as Lumiere!"

Xavier's eyes narrowed, a shadow flickering across his face.

"As Lumiere? So Lumiere is cool, and Xavier's not?"

Rafayel blinked, confused, then quickly waved his hands.

"No, no! Both are cool! Oh—speaking of which, I still have bread left from yesterday. Luvi gave them. You want some, Lumiere?"

Xavier shut his eyes slowly, breathing in like he was trying to calm a rising storm—but it didn't help. His voice came sharp and low.

"I told you. I. Don't. Like. Bread."

 He stepped forward, looming. 

"I'm throwing all of it out later."

Then his tone dropped further, colder.

 "And don't call me Lumiere. Call me Xavier."

He stepped in, backing Rafayel up against the wall. His tall frame cast a long shadow, and his sharp eyes locked onto Rafayel's wide, flustered ones.

"Tell me," 

Xavier said quietly, but firmly, each word slicing the silence. 

"Lumiere or me?"

"If you don't answer... I'll cash in on the bet you lost. And then I'll do whatever. I. Want."

Rafayel's face flushed red. His heart pounded so hard it almost drowned out Xavier's words. He stammered, eyes darting between Xavier's serious face and the wall behind him.

"I—I... I prefer both??"

Xavier reached out and coldly grabbed Rafayel's chin, tilting his face up so their eyes met. His voice was low and dangerous.

"You're not answering me."

Rafayel's breath hitched, his eyes wide as he stared into Xavier's intense gaze.
Xavier's eyes didn't leave Rafayel's face as he spoke, voice low and cool.

"Then I'm doing whatever I want now."

Rafayel's breath caught.
"W–wait—"

In one swift, fluid motion, Xavier turned Rafayel around, pressing him gently but firmly so that his back now faced him.
Immediately Xavier took off Rafayel uniform swiftly, one leg in between Rafayel both thigh.

Rafayel's breath hitched.

"Xa—vierr—"

 the cool air brushing against his now bare shoulders. He hadn't even realized when Xavier had slipped the uniform from him, it happened so smoothly, so naturally, as if Xavier had done it a thousand times before.

Xavier stood close behind him, one arm resting beside Rafayel's head, the other hand placed with cool firmness against his waist. His expression unreadable, voice calm yet commanding.

"This." 

Xavier said coolly, his breath ghosting against Rafayel's ear, 

"is what it means to lose a bet with me."

Rafayel could only bite his lip, eyes wide, unable to say a word, not from fear, but from the rush of emotions flooding his chest. Embarrassment, nervousness... and something dangerously close to excitement.

Xavier noted, lips curved into a slight, knowing smirk.

"You're trembling." 

Rafayel grumbled faintly, cheeks flushed.

"Whose fault do you think that is..."

But Xavier just leaned in a little closer.

"And you still haven't answered me."
"Lumiere... or me?"

Rafayel about to retort but Xavier without delay, bite Rafayel ear and pinch his two nipples at the same time.

Resulting in Rafayel moaning in shock. He gasp.

"Ahh—!"

Before Rafayel could even form further response, Xavier tilted his chin up sharply, his touch both possessive and rough. Rafayel barely had a second to react before Xavier's lips crashed onto his in a firm, demanding kiss.

It wasn't the soft kind Rafayel had gotten before, this one was deep, intense, and filled with the weight of unspoken jealousy and tangled feelings. Rafayel's eyes widened for a moment before fluttering shut, his heart racing like thunder in his chest.

His hands instinctively reached up, gripping Xavier's sleeves for balance, for grounding or maybe just because he didn't want to let go.

Xavier only pulled back slightly, their breaths mingling, foreheads brushing.

"Choose. Lumiere or Me?"

 he murmured, voice husky now.

Rafayel, breath uneven, cheeks burning. He looked up at Xavier with a mix of exasperation and affection, eyes narrowed but heart racing.

"You're both."

 he muttered, catching his breath.

 "You idiot!"

Xavier smirk cold and strip Rafayel bottom naked fast. Shocking Rafayel in the process.
Rafayel embarrass trying to cover himself with his both hands.

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO FAST! EVEN IN THIS?!!"

Xavier's eyes glinted as he grabbed Rafayel by the waist and effortlessly tossed him onto the sofa. Rafayel let out a startled yelp as he landed, blinking up at the figure towering over him in the iconic Lumiere outfit.

Xavier stood there, arms crossed, lips curling into a cold smirk.

"Since you can't give me a straight answer,"  he said coolly, "you'll just have to endure."

Chapter Text

Xavier stroking Rafayel manhood smoothly while Rafayel holding to Xavier neck tight panting. 
Rafayel head tilting backwards, trembling.

"Ch—eating! with that out—fit! hnngggg—!"

Xavier smirked coolly, eyes narrowed with that signature confidence as he raised his gloved hand toward Rafayel.
He said, voice low and commanding. 

"Bite it. Remove the glove for me."

Rafayel blushed bright red, and leaned in, teeth lightly catching the edge of the glove. He tugged, and the glove slipped free with a soft snap.

Xavier watched him the whole time, silent and amused. Commanding.

"Lick it."

Rafayel obeyed, face flushed, licking Xavier finger slowly and embarrass.
And with that, Xavier smirk coolly.

"Continue grabbing my neck."

And slowly, Xavier hands move down to Rafayel hole, entering it. 
Rafayel eyes widen with the sudden touch, legs curl up, trembling.

"Xavier—!! ahhh—!"

In a precise move, Xavier finger curled inside, instantly hitting the spot. Smirking softly at Rafayel whose panting.

"Found it."

At the same time, Rafayel back arch instinctively high. Eyes widen blushing.

"HNNGHH—!"

Rafayel look at Xavier in confusion and pleasure.

"Don't —! You perverted Lumiere!"

Xavier did't bother, instead it fuel him to tease Rafayel more. He twist turn and plunge harder with his finger, each time hitting the spot. While stroking Rafayel manhood.

Rafayel back arch higher and higher, grabbing tight to Xavier neck, his manhood already leaking with loads of precum.

"AHH—! Lumiere—!"

Xavier start hitting the spot harder and stroking Rafayel manhood faster. Eyes darken, correcting Rafayel coldly.

"Xavier."

Rafayel shake his head profusely, moaning into cries.

"hnnggg—! no——! i'm cumming Lumier—no.. hnng—Xavier!"

And Xavier lean in kissing Rafayel hard, sucking Rafayel tougue.
Rafayel moan hard into the kiss and he cum. 

Xavier didn't give Rafayel a moment's rest. With a swift, smooth motion, he scooped Rafayel up into his arms and carried him effortlessly. Before Rafayel could react, Xavier slammed him firmly onto the kitchen table. Rafayel legs hanging on the table.

Rafayel's breath hitched, eyes wide as he looked up at Xavier's cool, confident expression yet darken blue eyes of a predator.

"Xa—vier— i need — a break—"

Without even leting Rafayel finish his sentences, Xavier lifted up Rafayel both legs and he move down. Sucking on Rafayel hole, putting his tougue into Rafayel hole.

Rafayel gasp loud and both hands gripping at the edge of the table as if gripping for life.

"Xavier—! ahhhhhh— hnnggg— i just came—!"

As Rafayel legs about to droop down to Xavier shoulder, Xaiver firmly push it up easily. While sucking on Rafayel hole. 

Rafayel manhood start leaking with precum again, he frail his hands up trying to stop Xavier. But Xavier pushes Rafayel both legs more higher, which result in Rafayel both legs blocking it, unable to stop Xavier at all.

"HNNGGG! XAVIER—! STOP— I'M CUMMING AGAIN— AHH!"

Xavier removed his tougue on Rafayel hole. Without delaying, Xavier took off the entire Lumiere outfit lightning fast and plunge in his manhood straight to Rafayel hole. Not giving Rafayel time to react nor Rafayel body time to react.

Rafayel gasp loud, eyes widen with pleasure of tears, dropping down to his face instantly. Face blush, body arch high, legs tremble high hard.

"AHHHHH—!!!"

And Rafayel cum the moment Xavier plunge in.

Rafayel body trembling non stop just with the first plunge, unable to breathe properly. He shake his head profusely crying in pleasure. Hands grabbing weakly at Xavier arm while still lying flat at the table.

"Xa—vier— no—no! I can't breath—! I can't—! please—! too much—! don't move at least!—hnnngg—!"

Xavier didn't care, he plunge the second time. 
Rafayel scream as it hit the spot straight, legs trembling high, hands trembling while grabbing at Xavier arm like a life line.

"AHHHHh! NO—! PLEASE—! IT'S— TOO MUCH—!"

Xavier leaned in, one that was both gentle and rough around the edges, while slamming Rafayel.

"I'm starting to appreciate how conveniently my explosive cooking cleared out this dorm floor." 

he murmured near Rafayel's ear. 

"For once, my incredible kitchen skills did something right."

Rafayel's face turned even redder, still moaning from pleasure.
Xavier brushed a thumb across Rafayel's cheek, voice low.

"So go ahead and be yourself. Raf. No one's here but me. Moan and scream all you want."

Rafayel shook his head hard moaning.

"stop— hnggg— hitting — so deep!"

Xavier smirk.

"Then tell me. Lumiere or me?"

Rafayel about to speak up but Xavier hit even harder.
Resulting in Rafayel moaning only.

Xavier chuckled lightly.

"Can't speak? Then i have no choice. I have to go harder."

Rafayel eyes widen in horror and pleasure, sobbing in tears. Grabbing Xavier arm weakly, shaking his head profusely.

"hnngg—!! mphhhhh—!!"

Xavier in one smooth hit, hit deep to the spot. Cumming without warning.
Rafayel body arch higher, legs trembling hard, his nails digging into Xavier arm.
Sobbing and screaming as it was too much.

"ARHHHHHHHH—!! HNNGGGGG—!"

Xavier pant and speak low and dangerous.

"Just one more hit. okay?"

Without waiting for Rafayel respond, not like Rafayel can respond anyway since Xavier still cumming in him. 
Xavier slam in one last time into Rafayel hole while cumming inside him — harder.

And Rafayel squirt. 

Rafayel eyes widen larger, tears streaking down. Gasping for air. All he can do is only moan and tremble.

"AHHHHHHH—!" 

Now Rafayel kitchen table is wet.

Night had fallen, and the quiet hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside the dorm.

Xavier calmly wiped down the kitchen table with practiced efficiency, his usual cold composure back in place. The sofa cushions were fluffed and straightened, like nothing scandalous had ever happened there.

Meanwhile, Rafayel sat in between Xavier's legs on the living room carpet, hugging his knees with an exaggerated pout. His hair was a little messy, cheeks still faintly pink, and his voice full of dramatic protest.

"I can't walk!" 

he whined. 

"My back is sore! I screamed like I just came back from a world tour concert!"

Xavier, behind him, rested his chin lightly on Rafayel's shoulder. 

"That's because you never stopped yelling," 

he said calmly.

Rafayel argued.

"I was suffering!" 

"You were enjoying it."

Rafayel turned red again and lightly elbowed Xavier in the ribs.

"Shut up, Lumiere."

Xavier sighed.

"I told you to call me Xavier."

Rafayel mumbled stubbornly.

"...You're still Lumiere to me." 

Xavier smirked, wrapping his arms lazily around Rafayel's waist.

"Then Lumiere will carry you everywhere tomorrow. Happy?"

"...Maybe."

By the next morning, all of the Lumiere merchandise gifted by Luvi was gone—thrown out mercilessly by Xavier. Not even the innocent bag of bread survived. Xavier had made sure of it, calmly tossing everything into the bin with the same cold precision he used in everything else.

Rafayel stood beside him, arms crossed and face scrunched with regret.
He muttered, watching Xavier close the lid of the trash can like it was some royal decree.

"...You really threw away the bread too?" 

"I told you," 

Xavier said flatly, 

"I don't like bread."

Rafayel sulked all the way back to his dorm, dragging his feet like a punished child. As he plopped back onto the sofa (carefully, because his back still hurt), he made a solemn vow to himself:

Never, ever make a bet with Xavier that involves his body ever again.

Especially if Xavier wins.
And knowing Xavier... he always wins.

Chapter Text

During their three years in Skyhaven University, Rafayel remained unmistakably and unapologetically Xavier's lover.

It was no longer a secret, mainly because Xavier didn't care to hide it. Too many students had seen the infamous top student of the Science Division leaning coolly against the wall outside the Art Building, hands in his pockets, waiting like a silent guardian for Rafayel to finish class. Sometimes, he didn't even wait. He'd stride right in, ignore the awkward silence, take Rafayel's bag, and walk out together holding his hand as if he owned the world and Rafayel.

By then, Sylus had stopped bothering to hide his laughter. He'd always be lingering nearby with a smirk, watching Xavier's expression soften only around one person.

Rafayel.

And while Rafayel had finally stopped buying Lumiere merchandise (under threat of sofa banishment), he had somehow developed an even more ridiculous habit.

He'd say suddenly, eyes gleaming like a mischievous fanboy.

"Wear the outfit!" 

Xavier would glance up from his book, already knowing what Rafayel meant.

"Now?"

"Yes now. Lumiere doesn't need a schedule."

Another day, Rafayel would whisper,

"Let's go hunting tonight. I mean Lumiere should take me. Night stroll with danger. Sounds fun, right?"

Xavier would sigh deeply. But he'd still go and change into that familiar outfit, cape fluttering behind him, mask half-on, glowing eyes peering through. And Rafayel would follow behind like a dazzled groupie.

The worst part? Rafayel's favorite thing of all: asking Xavier to eat with him while dressed as Lumiere.
Rafayel would ask sweetly, already placing two plates on the table in Xavier's dorm.

"Can Lumiere eat dinner with me today?" 

Xavier would mutter coldly, already walking to the bathroom to change.

"You're unbelievable." 

Rafayel would grin.

"But I'm your number one fan and boyfriend. It's only fair!"

And despite all his grumbles, Xavier never once said no.

Finally, the long-awaited day arrived—Graduation Day.

Sylus and Rafayel stood side by side outside the grand hall of Skyhaven University, each holding their hard-earned graduation certificates like golden keys to freedom. Both looked exhausted, victorious, and a little dazed.

Rafayel threw his arms up wide, yelling to the skies.

"NO MORE DEADLINES! NO MORE LECTURES!"

Nearby students turned and laughed, some clapping in agreement.
Sylus gave a half-hearted sigh and ruffled his own hair.

"And now I have to go back to the palace... drown in meetings, sign papers, attend ceremonies. Honestly? I'd rather stay here and take another year of lectures."

"You're crazy."

 Rafayel said, half-laughing. 

"I'm never touching another assignment again."

All around them, the massive graduation hall was alive with emotion. Some students were crying, tears of joy, relief, and disbelief. Others were laughing, hugging each other, dancing with robes flaring, throwing their caps high into the air like birds finally set free.

The proud banner above the stage read: "Skyhaven University Class of 2085 - Rise Beyond the Skies".

Rafayel pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the grand hall, his graduation robe flapping behind him as he scanned the crowd.
He called, turning left and right.

"Xavier?" 

Sylus followed casually, watching him. He asked with a knowing smile.

"Looking for Xavier?" 

Rafayel nodded quickly.

"Yeah. Isn't he supposed to be here? He's graduating too, right? Top student of the campus!"

Sylus paused, one eyebrow lifting slightly. He looked like he was about to say something, but then his smirk deepened.
Sylus muttered under his breath, too quiet for Rafayel to catch. Then he straightened, shrugging with exaggerated innocence.

"Oh... you didn't know. I guess I'll leave you to it. Don't let me spoil the surprise."

Before Rafayel could ask, Sylus had already stopped walking and melted into the crowd, disappearing with a wave.

Gasps rippled like a wave through the courtyard. Heads turned. The celebration screeched to a sudden hush.

From the front gates of Skyhaven University, a line of royal guards—clad in silver and white—marched in precision. Behind them, walking with regal ease and cold elegance, was Prince Xavier.

Draped in a grand white and silver uniform, every thread of his outfit screamed nobility—gold trimming, a high collar, the Prince's insignia glinting beneath the sunlight. His steps were confident, poised, deliberate. The air around him shifted. Like gravity itself had decided to focus only on him.

Gasps turned into whispers.

"Xavier's a prince?!"
"No wonder he always acted so composed—he's a royal!"
"Oh my light... he's the Prince of Philos!"
"He's literally perfect."

Rafayel stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. His heart thudded wildly, louder than the collective awe of the crowd who bowed to Xavier.

He stared at Xavier, the same Xavier who hated bread, who cooked like a demolition expert, who looked criminally good in a Lumiere outfit, actual Lumiere... now marching in like a real-life prince out of a storybook.

His brain barely kept up.

"What the—why is he showing up like this for graduation?! Didn't he want to keep it secret? Is this a royal prank?! And... and why does he look so GOOD—Can I faint now? I need to faint. Should I bow too? I think I need to bow."

As Rafayel instinctively bent into an awkward half-bow, Xavier's cold voice rang out.

"Rafayel."

Just that. One word.

But it was laced with authority. With something personal. Something that sliced through the crowd like a silent command.

Rafayel straightened slowly, blinking.

Xavier walked directly toward him. Unbothered by the crowd parting like the sea. Troops halting a respectful distance behind. Every step he took felt heavier, more real.

As students instinctively bowed, Rafayel stood frozen, heart pounding in his chest. His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed.

Then Xavier spoke, cool and clear.

"Don't bow."

The crowd stilled.

"Don't bow?" 

a student whispered. 

"Why?"

Rafayel took a shaky breath, flustered. 

"Y-You're the prince of Philos. Everyone is bowing. I should bow too—"

But before he could move, Xavier stepped forward and gently took his hand. Rafayel stared at him, stunned, as Xavier lowered his head... and pressed a soft kiss to Rafayel's knuckles.

"I'm making this official,"  Xavier said, lifting his gaze.

Rafayel blinked.

"Official?"

Xavier's voice stayed calm and steady.

"Rafayel. Will you be the bride of the Prince of Philos?"

Gasps and murmurs erupted around them.

"So his the boy?! The rumor is true!"
"It's really true!"
"Oh my Light—!"

Rafayel's heart raced. His lips parted as he whispered,

"I... I thought I agreed way before..."

But Xavier only leaned closer, speaking just for him.

"Answer me," 

he said. 

"I told you—I want it official."

Rafayel looked at him—his prince, his lover, the one who'd been by his side through it all. The man who was somehow both Lumiere and Xavier, both mysterious and painfully real.

And with a deep breath, face red and hands shaking, he whispered,

"I... yes."

As the cheers of the graduation crowd roared around them, Xavier stepped forward with calm purpose. He placed a firm hand on Rafayel's waist and pulled him close, his other hand resting gently behind his back. His cold, regal demeanor melted only slightly—just enough to reveal the soft gaze meant for Rafayel alone.

 Xavier said, his voice low and smooth.

"Happy graduation, my bride."

Rafayel's eyes widened at the sudden closeness, his cheeks burning red. But his lips curled into a teasing smile.

"Happy graduation, you kitchen destroyer."

And then, without hesitation or care for the hundreds of students and faculty watching, Xavier leaned down and kissed him.

The crowd burst into noise. Gasps, applause, cheers—some students laughed in shock, others whooped like they'd waited forever to see it happen.

Xavier finally broke the kiss, but didn't move far. He rested his forehead softly against Rafayel's, his voice gentle again.

"Get used to being a royal, my bride. We have a long journey ahead."

Rafayel laughed quietly, still blushing.

"Just make my life easier by not touching the kitchen anymore."

Xavier smirked, unfazed.

"No promises."

And with that kiss, bold, breathtaking, and unforgettable—it marked the most memorable graduation in the history of Skyhaven University.

Students would talk about it for years.
Not just for the surprise royal proposal.
Not just for discovering that the cold, untouchable top student had been a prince all along.

But for the moment the mysterious Prince of Philos chose to drop all formality and kiss his lover in front of the entire campus, claiming him as his bride without hesitation.

Laughter, applause, and joyful chaos filled the grand courtyard.

Above it all, Rafayel and Xavier stood hand in hand, two worlds colliding in perfect sync, love blooming at the end of an era, and the beginning of another.

And so ended the best graduation Skyhaven University had ever seen.

END