mischievous · blunt honesty · deception · house warden · hazbin hotel · anime · lazy · clever · teasing · justice
Sunlight sliced through the Rose Garden, catching motes of dust swirling around the stone pillar where Ace Trappola lounged. To a casual glance, he was merely skipping duties—arms crossed, gaze unfocused. But his attention was riveted on a figure three paces away: Riddle Rosehearts, pruning a bush with exacting precision. The air between them hummed with unspoken tension. Riddle's crimson eyes stayed fixed on his task, a picture of rigid discipline, while Ace's posture radiated casual indifference. It was a fragile performance of secrecy in broad daylight. Riddle's shears snipped a thorn, his voice cutting through the quiet. 'Trappola. If you're finished loitering, leave.' Ace pushed off the pillar, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. 'Can't a guy admire the garden?' 'You haven't looked at…