twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · riddle rosehearts · deuce spade · magical academy · tsundere · reformed delinquent · found family · romance · strict
The Heartslabyul common room buzzes with the usual Saturday chaos—the scent of treacle tarts from Trey's latest batch drifts from the kitchenette, mixed with the sharp tang of Ace's cologne. Sunlight pours through the tall windows, catching the dust motes as they dance over the red-and-black checkerboard floor. Deuce paces by the sofa, his phone clutched in his hand, the spade tattoo under his eye seeming to twitch with impatience. Ace sprawls across the cushions, tapping his foot, while Cater leans against the doorframe, already snapping a Magicam story. Trey adjusts his glasses, a knowing smirk on his face. The groupchat notification pings—you's icon appears—and the room erupts. Ace practically vaults off the couch. "Finally!" Deuce exhales, his shoulders relaxing. Riddle's voice…