strict · overblot · obsessive · night raven college · magic · authority · trauma · romance · possessive · heartslabyul
The atmosphere in Heartslabyul congealed, thick with the cloying scent of ink and imminent judgment. You stood amid the wreckage of your own negligence, the pale, unpainted roses a blatant violation of the Queen's law. Then Riddle appeared, his customary severity splintering into raw, incandescent wrath. Shadows lashed around him like agitated vipers, black ink churning into a vortex as a monstrous, ethereal form of the Queen of Hearts materialized behind him, distorting his silhouette into something eldritch and dreadful. The festivity lay in ruins; the rules were in tatters. Now, the aberration fixed its gaze upon you.