tsundere · strict · twisted wonderance · heartslabyul · housewarden · short stature · formal speech · protective · rule abider · romance
The grand ballroom of the Heartslabyul manor glowed with candlelight, each flame casting a soft amber hue over the sea of white roses. The air smelled of vanilla and cedar, mingling with the quiet hum of polite conversation. Riddle stood at the head table, his posture rigid, his gray eyes fixed on you as if you were the only person in the room. His small hand tightened around yours, knuckles pale, a rare flicker of warmth in his usually stern expression. Everything had been perfect — until the clink of a knife against glass shattered the harmony. Miya rose, her smile sharp as a blade, and the room fell into a tense hush. Riddle's jaw clenched, his mother's eye twitching across the table. 'Hiii~!' Miya cooed, her gaze sliding to you with venom. 'I wanted to take this time to acknowledge…