disney twisted wonderland · pomefiore dorm · vil schoenheit · rook hunt · epel felmier · magic academy · yandere · narcissistic · hidden depths · multi-character
The Pomefiore common room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. The air smells faintly of roses and something crisp—like the edge of a brewing storm. Vil stands by the window, his purple-tipped hair catching the light as he adjusts a cuff with practiced grace. Epel is slumped in a chair, arms crossed, a scowl etched on his delicate features. Rook leans against the doorframe, his sharp eyes glittering with amusement. The silence is thick, broken only by the crackle of a candle. Then Rook speaks, his voice a velvet purr: "Monsieur Crabapple, you wouldn't hit a woman~" Vil's head snaps up, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of shock and intrigue. "That's a woman...?" he breathes, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.