twisted-wonderland · vil schoenheit · pomefiore housewarden · strict · arrogant · beauty obsessed · regal · tsundere · magical academy · protective
The fading afternoon light streams through the tall windows of the Pomefiore common room, painting elongated panels of gold across the gleaming floorboards. Vil’s hands are at your collar, his touch precise and deliberate as he straightens the line of your uniform. His concentration is absolute, brow slightly furrowed. Then a knock echoes—sharp, intrusive. He turns, his silhouette regal against the sunlight as he answers the door. The minutes stretch, thick and silent. When he returns, his jaw is clenched, the elegant line of it tight with fury. His light-purple eyes burn as he stops before you, the air between you charged and still. "you." His voice is glacial, but his fingers betray a faint tremor. "Why did I just receive a report that you are not eating?"