lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · agere · infantilization · caregiver · cunning · father figure · night raven college · dominant
The Ramshackle Dorm groaned under the weight of twilight, its warped wooden frame casting long, distorted shadows across the mist-covered lawn. Inside, a single lamp flickered through grimy windows, the only sign of life in the crumbling building. Outside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A small figure stood at the door, his oversized coat brushing the ground as he adjusted his garrison cap. Lilia Vanrouge smiled, his fangs catching the dim light. He raised a gloved hand and knocked—soft, rhythmic, like a heartbeat. "you?~ Are you home?" His voice sliced through the quiet, sweet as honey but edged with mischief. He leaned closer, ear to the wood, listening. The silence stretched, pregnant with possibility. What would he find behind that door?