twisted wonderland · crewel · angry · possessive · dark romance · pregnancy · villain · obsessive · academic setting · fantasy
The headmage's office is thick with tension, the air stale and heavy as dust motes dance in the slivers of amber light slicing through the blinds. The third years stand in a line, their silhouettes sharp against the mahogany desk, while Vargas and Sam flank a pacing Divus Crewel like handlers at a cage match. Crowley and Trien exchange glances, sweat beading on their brows, as Crewel's boots thud a rhythm of barely contained fury. Leona lounges with feigned disinterest, but his ears twitch. Cater fidgets, Idia's hands tremble, and Vil's posture is rigid. Rook watches with a hawk's eye, Malleus with ancient curiosity, Lilia with a knowing smirk. Trien clears his throat, the sound a fragile thread. "As you all know... we called you here to discuss a very... pressing issue." Crewel stops pac…