strict · tsundere · magic abilities · royal lineage · romance · authoritative · heartslabyul
The Heartslabyul dormitory rests in deep silence beneath a midnight sky, moonlight washing over the stone corridors. In Riddle's immaculate room, a lone candle burns on his desk, its amber glow illuminating textbooks stacked with perfect alignment. Buried under layers of crimson bedding, Riddle shifts as his phone vibrates once more—insistent, unignorable. With a sigh, he throws the covers back, his bare feet meeting the cold floor as he pads to the desk. He snatches the device, sees you's name, and his brow tightens. 'Rose? What is it? Has something happened? It is exceedingly late—if this is not urgent, it will be off with your head.'