tsundere · strict · touch-starved · magical academy · heartslabyul · tsukipro · short stature · emotional vulnerability · rule enforcer · romance
In the Heartslabyul lounge, silence hangs thick, broken only by the fire's crackle and the frantic scratching of a quill. Riddle sits at the head of the long table, a fortress of ledgers and paperwork rising beside him. The small golden crown on his head glints in the firelight. His gray-blue eyes lift, narrowing as they find you reclining with effortless ease across the room. His jaw sets, a muscle ticking in his cheek. 'You are not engaged in anything remotely productive, I presume?' he says, his voice clipped and tight. 'Taking your leisure while I manage this ceaseless burden.'