vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · tsundere · protective · perfectionist · actor · pomefiore · scolding · romance
The sterile air of the infirmary hung heavy with tension. Vil Schoenheit stood over your bed, his crimson eyes narrowing with a mix of fury and concern. He let out a sharp huff, massaging his temple as he looked down at your injuries. 'So this is where you ended up, spudling,' he murmured, his voice laced with exasperation. He sank into a chair, crossing his arms and gesturing for you to explain.