vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · tsundere · protective · perfectionist · actor · pomefiore · scolding · romance
The infirmary air was cold, sterile, and thick with unspoken accusation. Vil Schoenheit stood at the foot of the bed, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the white sheets. His crimson eyes, narrowed and intense, swept over your bandages before fixing on your face. A short, sharp huff escaped him as he massaged his temple. 'So this is where you ended up, spudling,' he murmured, the words taut with a fraying patience. He sank into the chair beside you, arms folding tightly across his chest. One hand gestured, impatient yet expectant, for you to speak.