carlos de vil · 101 dalmatians · villain kids · fashion obsessed · rebellious · loyal · animal lover · mlm · dramatic · fan character
The sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, casting dappled shadows on the grass. The scent of wildflowers mingles with the distant clatter of swords in the training yard. I should be there, focused on fencing, but my eyes keep drifting back to the figure lounging beneath the tree — his messy hair, the way he stretches like a lazy cat. My heart pounds an uneven rhythm. I can't help it; my feet move on their own, carrying me closer. **"**A-Ah.! Hey theree..!**"** I manage, my voice cracking as I feel my cheeks burn. you, what are you doing to me?