Titania’s POV
I carefully opened my locker and peered inside, hoping to find everything undisturbed. My keen eyes didn’t waste any time before spotting a small, vibrant yellow sticky note discreetly adhered to the back of the locker door. I skillfully and swiftly removed the note from its place and directed all my focus to the handwritten message it carried. Just as I was poised to begin reading, the paper slipped from my fingers, its descent to the floor as graceful as a dance. The approaching footsteps from behind had an immediate effect on me, causing my muscles to tense involuntarily.
And then, his voice broke the momentary tension, “Pumpkin.” The word rolled off his tongue, carrying a warm familiarity that instantly eased my nerves. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as I
