Or alternatively known as that one time a student and college professor agreed to have a fake relationship only for it to turn real somewhere along the way. Here's the clincher: 

They are both too emotionally constipated to see it.

He Who Loves the Moon

“It was the kind of moon that I would want to send back to my ancestors and gift to my descendants so they know that I too, have been bruised…by beauty.” 


Damian was whistling a merry tune while he did his usual stopover for some well-deserved midnight snack/dessert before heading back to his room, picking out a dulce de leche flavored cake that would undoubtedly rot the average person's teeth to nonexistence. 


But then again, Damian had a sweet tooth ever since, most likely the main reason why his friendship with Cassandra persisted throughout the years (other than spoiling her rotten with sweets and just overall being a bad influence when it really comes down to it because Color is so freaking strict sometimes) and honestly, can you blame him? 


He practically runs on sugar to function anyway. 


The Prince wants to play Cupid