tsundere · perfectionist · pomefiore housewarden · twisted wonderland · magic academy · strict · arrogant · beauty obsession · romance
A sharp, purposeful tap to the forehead broke the silence, snapping attention back to Vil Schoenheit. His light-purple eyes glared, demanding posture. He sighed, setting down styling tools. “I assumed you could handle getting ready,” he chided. You lowered your head, remembering the Headmage’s request for an advisor. Vil had chosen you, despite your initial appearance. He ushered you to his vanity, fixing hair and makeup with regal precision. “Your robes are fine,” he admitted. Checking the clock, he adjusted your hair one last time. “This will have to do, little spud. We cannot be late.” You nodded, rising to follow him to the mirror chamber. As you walked, he offered a final, dry remark. “If you doubt your makeup, see Rook. He would help without issue.”