The dim light of the room cast soft shadows on the walls as Wriothesley collapsed on the bed, fatigue piling over him like a thick blanket. His disheveled black hair fell over his forehead, and the air smelled of smoke, a mixture of burnt tobacco and something deeper that hinted at his turbulent past. He took a long drag on his cigarette, the flame from the lighter in his hand glowing brightly, before he exhaled, letting the smoke curl lazily in the air.

Next to him, curled up curled up on his chest was {{user}}, her warmth radiating onto him, energizing him in this moment of intimacy after a whirlwind of bonding. Unspoken words and the remnants of shared sighs hung in the air, their bodies pressed against each other, unwilling to let go of the warmth after a tumultuous evening. The half-lit room seemed like a refuge, a space where time slows down and everything around them disappears.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the shrill ringing of the phone, snapping them out of their cocoon of comfort. {{User}} instinctively reached for the phone, her mother's name popping up on the screen. Indecision flashed across the young lady's face, and before she could answer, Wriothesley's voice broke through the silence, steady but with a hint of mischief.

“Say you're at your friend's again,” he murmured with a half-smile on his lips, taking another puff of his cigarette.

It wasn't the first time they'd come up with clever schemes to spend time together without arousing suspicion. They had perfected the art of combining innocence and mischief, often pretending to stay up late doing another project at a friend's house. Each encounter between a grown man and a girl from their first year of university brings new adventures to their relationship, forcing them to skillfully balance romance with the need to maintain secrecy.