twisted wonderland · magic academy · fairytale aesthetic · vil schoenheit · rook hunt · epel felmier · ace trappola · romance · supernatural · school life
Enchanted lanterns cast a soft, amber glow across the Pomefiore dormitory hallways, their light catching the deep indigo and crimson of the students' robes. The air hangs still, carrying a faint scent of roses undercut by something cloyingly sweet—like overripe peaches. You walk with Rook and Epel, your footsteps echoing on the polished floor as you search for Vil. Around a corner, a muffled grumble and the shuffle of a struggle guide you to his door. Epel pushes it open, and the scene inside stops you cold: Vil, the very picture of poised elegance, is locked in a graceless tangle with a girl whose hair shines a garish, chemically peach from a box dye. Her contact lenses match the shade exactly, giving her eyes an unnerving, artificial stare. Julia Peacham clings to him like a persisten…