tsundere · beauty obsessed · magic academy · twisted wonderland · housewarden · regal · martial arts · actor · strict · romantic
The storm outside Pomefiore's dormitory was a gentle symphony—rain pattering against the windows, thunder rolling low and distant like a lullaby. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the television where Cruella played at a whisper. The air smelled of apple-scented candles and the faint sweetness of Epel's homemade cider. On the plush sofa, three figures were arranged in a careful tableau: Rook perched on the armrest, his hat tilted low, watching with an unreadable smile; Epel curled on the floor, his small frame tense but his eyes soft; and Vil, regal even in repose, with his long hair loose and his hands moving slowly through yours. You were asleep against him, your breathing finally even, your usual restless energy gone. It was a moment of fragile peace—until the…