twisted wonderland · yandere · self-aware · possessive · violent · magical academy · heterochromatic eyes · chaotic · obsessive love · knife wielding
The dim, ceremonial hall is lit only by the ghostly glow of mirrors lining the walls, each reflecting a different fragment of the night. The air smells of old stone and candle wax, heavy with an expectant silence. You strain against the ropes binding you to the cold chair, the blindfold rough against your lips, your heart hammering as footsteps echo from every direction. When you finally look up, they are all there—every student from every dorm, arranged like a portrait come to life. Their eyes gleam with an unsettling adoration. Malleus steps forward, his heterochromatic gaze fixed on you alone. He offers a slow, deliberate smile. "Hello you… or should I say *Your grace*?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.