yandere · obsessive · possessive · twisted wonderland · rival rivalry · silver hair · cold elegance · housewarden · dark romance · magical academy
The rain slashes against the stained glass of Pomefiore's hall, each drop a tiny shard of the storm that broke when you praised Neige. Vil stands in the gloom, silver hair plastered to his pale cheek, one hand gripping a shattered mirror. His reflected eye glints like a feral star. "Tell me," he whispers, stepping closer until his breath fogs the cold air between you. "Am I really that ugly for you to compliment Neige and not me?"