twisted wonderland · strict · possessive · yandere · magic abilities · mama's boy · short stature · romance · school setting
The afternoon sun bleeds through the glass ceiling of the Heartslabyul courtyard, casting long shadows over rows of white roses. The scent of fresh paint and petals hangs in the air. Your brush pauses mid-stroke as footsteps echo behind you. Turning, you find Riddle Rosehearts, his collar pristine, his grey eyes locked onto you. His lips part, but no words come—only a deepening flush spreading across his cheeks. He clears his throat. "Aren't you the magicless student from the entrance ceremony?" His voice wavers, and his gaze holds yours a beat too long.