Chapter 1: A Misconception.
Many people are sometimes confused about how the eccentric Carrols come together.
Louise Carrol is a very highly independent individual. It's so highly unlikely that she fell for some yes-man like Allen Carrol. Unless... unless Allen Carrol is not what he seems to the public.
When one investigates about Allen Carrol, what's known about him is always the same. He is kind, gentle, generous, baby-faced, and not as interested in Hunger Games as the others in his family. But nobody doubts that he's an absolute genius in designing traps and arenas.
When people asks Louise why she fell for someone like Allen, she would look to the person asking like he or she is an idiot and answer with 'duh. Why wouldn't I fall for Allen?' or something along that lines.
So now, let me tell you how Louise fell so hard for one Allen Carrol.
It all began with a final assignment in the Capitol University of Gamemaking. They were assigned to make their own arena, mutts, traps, and all the other things in pairs.
Both Allen and Louise are very popular in their college days, but they don't know each other well. Allen knows that Louise is a girl with silky silver-hair while Louise knows that Allen is a boy with a backwards cross etched on his face.
And on the final assignment, it was by fate that they ended up together in a pair. They greet each other awkwardly and had some clashes here and there about their arena preference, but during one of the arguments, Louise collapsed with a high fever.
Apparently, Louise had been forcing herself to do research for the final assignment. She wanted her assignment to be perfect, and she said she couldn't rely with an 'unreliable yes-man' like Allen. But then the white-haired man force-fed her with a sleeping medicine and went to make their assignment, all by himself.
When Louise wakes up, a graduating certificate was laying nicely on her bedside table. Enraged, she immediately calls the doctor, who gave her a wheelchair and she navigates the entire hospital for a certain white-haired man.
She found him on the cafeteria, munching on a beef wellington (her favorite dish) nonchalantly as he reads a book on his hand.
"I don't need your pity!" She seethed as she threw the certificate to the boy's direction. Louise expected the boy to just smile at her while saying that it's fine, but Allen Carrol looked at her silently with a cold amused expression on his face.
"I'm not pitying you, Louise Myers. Your fever is a perfect excuse for me to make my own arena without your interference. I used some of your materials, though, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?" Allen said with a cold, manipulating smirk.
No way.
He was the one who caused her fever. He was the one who made sure that every single book Louise would need to make her own references are gone from the library. He was the one who stole all her vitamin drinks and wore her out physically and mentally...
It should have enraged her, but it didn't. It made blood rushed to her face and redden her face. It attracted her.
"You're kind of cute, though, overworking yourself like that..." Allen Carrol's famous 'innocent smile' never looked the same for her anymore. It wasn't innocent. Allen is actually a very twisted and manipulative person. How... attractively mysterious...
Another blush crept on Louise's face as she sat down across her partner's seat. "Tell me, what's the arena you wanted to create so badly that you had to make me sick for it?" Louise asked as she took one of his beef wellington. Allen smiled.
"The Grimm Fairytales... have you heard of them?"
Louise lays on the bed with only her undergarments. Today is the first day in a few weeks that Allen actually returns home, after all...
Of course, she already make sure that Lorraine is so deeply asleep so she won't hear the romantic Jazz music outside her room. Or smell the rose perfume that Allen deems 'too sexy to be used outside of their room'. Louise has been waiting for this day ever since the President told her that Allen should be the Gamemaker next, ah, this year.
Time flies so fast, isn't it? It seems like only yesterday when the Victor from her Games is crowned...
Louise is instantly alert as she hears the sound of door creaking. "Oh dear..." When she hears Allen's voice, she immediately opens the blanket to hide her glistening body.
Allen walks slowly, but surely, to Lorraine's room. It's a habit both parents shared after coming back home from work. But then he takes a deep breath before entering their room.
"Hello, sweetheart..." Allen looks disheveled and tired. His military-styled coat is gone and his white dress shirt is crumpled. But when he looks at Louise, he smirks slightly before heading to the showers.
When he's out of the showers, Louise immediately invites him to bed. Allen smiles, but shows clear signs that he's too tired for naughty things, but he greatly appreciates Louise's effort.
"What did the President say, honey?" Louise says as she puts her head on top of Allen's chest. Allen laughs. "It was perfect, of course, I used our final assignment planning, after all..." there was a yawn, but Allen keeps on caressing her hair in a soothing manner. "Four sections of arenas again. The Tall Tower, the Charming Castle, the Dark Forest, and the Candy House, lovely, isn't it?" Louise hums as Allen kisses her hair.
"Lorraine will have so much fun... because this year, not one arena is safe from mutts, or traps." Allen Carrol smirks a wicked smirk that nobody but Louise knew.
The former Gamemaker smiles as she kisses her husband's lips.
This is the man she fell for. The man who would poison her just to make his dream come true.
The man who smirks coldly and wickedly after reading a book of fairytale.
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