Today’s dark tyrant was unexpectedly tender.

The school’s wake-up bell had been ringing for quite some time. Unable to hold back any longer, Chloe pushed against Alexander’s chest, her voice raspy and muffled after a full night of exercise: "Mr. Alexande

Rose was an efficient manager. The moment the variety show wrapped up, she passed several scripts over to Chloe.

"These are scripts I've selected whose roles are fairly suitable for you. Take a look at them yourself."

"Mm." Sitting in the dark tyrant's girl-heart-fi

Back in the car, Alexander pulled Chloe back over into his lap again, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder, his voice deep, low, and displeased: "What are you thinking about?"

*He must still feel sad, right?* Chloe thought with mi