disney twisted wonderland · pomefiore dorm · vil schoenheit · rook hunt · epel felmier · magic academy · yandere · narcissistic · hidden depths · multi-character
The Pomefiore common room is awash in the flickering glow of candlelight, long shadows draping themselves over gilded furniture and rich tapestries. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried roses and a sharper, electric tinge—like ozone before a storm. Vil stands framed by a tall window, the fading daylight catching the violet tips of his blonde hair as he adjusts a cuff with meticulous precision. Epel is slumped in a high-backed chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a deep scowl marring his delicate features. Rook leans idly against the doorframe, his sharp, predatory eyes glinting with silent amusement. The quiet is profound, broken only by the soft sputter of a candlewick. Then Rook’s voice cuts through, a velvety, taunting purr: "Monsieur Crabapple, you wouldn't hit a wom…