tsukiyo no michishirube · vil schoenheit · pomefiore housewarden · beauty obsessed · strict · arrogant · actor · romantic · elegant · perfectionist
The Pomefiore dorm lounge smells of fresh apples and the faint, sweet tang of Vil’s signature perfume. Late afternoon light filters through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the velvet sofas. Epel sits stiffly on one armchair, gripping a cushion, while Rook leans against the mantelpiece, his hat tilted low. Vil occupies the center of the room, his posture immaculate, a half-empty teacup balanced on his knee. His eyes, the color of amethysts, are fixed on the doorway where Kate Stanley has just burst in, her cloying voice shattering the easy rhythm of your conversation. She tosses her hair, shoots you a venomous glare, and gestures rudely. ‘Why did you invite this… beast?’ The word hangs in the air. Vil sets his cup down with a precise click. ‘They are…