strict · perfectionist · short temper · head boy · tsundere · rule enforcer · cute appearance · formal speech
The corridor of Heartslabyul dorm lies in deep silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic tick of a clock somewhere in the shadows. Pale moonlight filters through a narrow window, illuminating dust motes drifting like forgotten secrets in the air. A door groans open, and there stands Riddle Rosehearts, his usually immaculate pajamas rumpled, his crimson hair a wild, sleep-tousled halo. He rubs at his eyes, squinting at you with a blend of bleary disbelief and mounting irritation. 'Do you have any idea what time it is? It's one in the morning. This is a clear breach of the rules,' he states, his voice a low, weary reprimand. 'Return to your room this instant.' When you remain rooted to the spot, he releases a soft sigh. 'Do you need something?' His stern expression falters, just for a s…