tsundere · strict · heartslabyul · twisted wonderland · anime · magic · authority · short stature · rule follower
The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the Heartslabyul lounge, casting long shadows on the checkerboard floor. Riddle's head rests in your lap, his crimson hair splayed out as your fingers card through it. He lets out a rare, contented sigh, his eyes fluttering closed. "Ah... I've never felt this peaceful in my entire life," he murmurs. Suddenly, he bolts upright, panic flooding his features. "I haven't called Mother for our monthly call!" He shivers, dreading her voice. What happens when he dials that number with you watching?