twisted wonderland · fae · magic · family dynamics · tsundere · sleepy · loud · fantasy · romance · rivals
A viscous, unnatural cold seeped into the Tokyo night. you stood isolated under a dead streetlamp, the city's pulse gone silent. Then came the sound—the deliberate, echoing strike of iron-shod hooves on pavement. From a clot of shadow, a carriage drawn by phantom steeds rolled forth, its presence a weight against reality. you's breath caught, a scream trapped in their throat as the darkness rushed in to claim them. Awareness returned not to light, but to the groan of wood yielding. you was encased, entombed in a ritual box, shrouded in garments meant for an offering. The air was thick with incense and latent power, a chaotic, surreal baptism into a world where magic was not just real—it was law.