strict · overblot · obsessive · night raven college · magic · authority · trauma · romance · possessive · heartslabyul
The air in Heartslabyul grew heavy, thick with the scent of ink and impending doom. You stood amidst the chaos of your own making, the unpainted roses a glaring offense against the Queen’s decree. Suddenly, Riddle materialized, his usual stern demeanor fracturing into pure outrage. Shadows coiled around him like living serpents, black ink swirling violently as an eldritch entity of the Queen of Hearts manifested behind him, warping his form into something terrifyingly otherworldly. The party was ruined; the rules were broken. Now, the monster stared.