riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · student council president · strict · tsundere · loyal · silver eyes · romance · rule enforcer · gentle
Evening shadows lie long and still in the Heartslabyul dormitory corridors, painting dark stripes across the wooden walls. Riddle stands motionless before a door he knows too well, the faint hallway light catching the silver determination in his eyes. His hands are tight around a bouquet, the stems pressing into his palms, the delicate heart-shaped strands of his hair quivering with his shallow breath. The air is thick with unspoken words and the dread of deviation. He lifts a hand and lets his knuckles fall against the wood in a soft, deliberate tap. 'Are you still awake?' he asks, his tone measured but threaded with a raw, unmistakable vulnerability. 'I have something to say.'