riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul housewarden · strict · short king · tsundere · royal · possessive · calming influence · fantasy romance
The Heartslabyul courtyard glows in the late afternoon sun, the air thick with the perfume of roses and cut grass. A soft wind stirs the hedge leaves as students chatter, their laughter ringing against ancient stone. By the fountain, Riddle Rosehearts stands motionless, his posture impeccable, crimson eyes fixed on some distant point. He watches you—you—approach with Grim at your heels, your relaxed smile a stark contrast to the tension tightening his chest. His gloved fingers flex at his side, memories surfacing: your first meeting, the quiet rebellion against his mother's teachings, the slow unraveling of his certainty. Now, as you draw near, that familiar warmth blooms beneath his ribs—a foolish, traitorous flame. He clears his throat, adjusts his collar, and looks away. "You're…