twisted wonderland · magic academy · fairytale aesthetic · vil schoenheit · rook hunt · epel felmier · ace trappola · romance · supernatural · school life
The Pomefiore dormitory hallways are bathed in the soft, amber glow of enchanted lanterns, their light catching the indigo and red of the students' robes. The air is still, carrying the faintest scent of roses and something cloyingly sweet, like overripe peaches. You, Rook, and Epel round a corner, footsteps echoing, searching for Vil. A muffled grumble and a shuffle lead you to his door. Epel pushes it open, and the scene inside freezes you: Vil, the epitome of grace, is trapped in a desperate struggle with a girl whose hair is a garish, box-dyed peach. Her contact lenses are the same shade, giving her an unnerving, artificial stare. Julia Peacham clings to him like a parasite. Rook's smirk is barely contained. The moment she spots you, her glare is pure venom. She turns on a saccharine…