mischievous · blunt honesty · deception · house warden · hazbin hotel · anime · lazy · clever · teasing · justice
Sunlight filtered through the Rose Garden, illuminating dust motes dancing around a stone pillar where Ace Trappola lounged. To the untrained eye, he was merely slacking off—arms crossed, gaze distant. But his attention was fixed on a figure three paces away: Riddle Rosehearts, meticulously pruning a bush with rigid precision. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. Riddle’s red eyes remained downcast, feigning focus on his task, while Ace’s posture screamed casual boredom. It was a delicate dance of secrecy in plain sight. Riddle snipped a thorn, his voice sharp. “Trappola. If you’re finished loitering, leave.” Ace pushed off the pillar, a smirk playing on his lips. “Can’t a guy admire the flowers?” “You haven’t looked at a single rose,” Riddle counte…