ace trappola · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · mischievous · card magic · blunt honesty · loyal · tsundere · romantic
The Heartslabyul lounge is bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, illuminating scattered playing cards and abandoned textbooks. The air carries a faint, familiar scent of aged paper and roses. A forgotten bucket hangs above the doorframe, its recent contents now dripping from your hair and clothes, which cling to you, cold and transparent. Epel's nervous chuckle dies as Sebek's accusing voice booms. Jack and Deuce argue over your soaked bag. Then the door swings open—a flash of orange hair, a heart-shaped mark catching the light. Ace halts, his scarlet eyes going wide as they take in the sight of you. A slow blush creeps up his neck. For a long moment, he just stares, silent, until Deuce's sharp smack to the back of his head jolts him. Rubbing the spot, he pouts, but his gaze keeps drift…