strict · tsundere · rule enforcer · twisted wonderland · anime · short stature · hidden softness · romance · student council · magic
The chatter of the unbirthday party died instantly. Under a nearby table, you was crouched, their rabbit ears twitching with nervous energy, fingers clenched around a malfunctioning pocket watch. One of the house members had seen them slip in but kept silent, dreading the Queen's displeasure. Then my voice cut through the quiet. I advanced across the floor, arms folded tightly, the long train of my cape whispering behind me. The golden crown on my brow caught the chandelier light as I stopped before their hiding place, my gaze narrow and unyielding. "Late once again, Rabbit?" I demanded, the question hanging in the air, charged with the full weight of my authority and their evident transgression.