yandere · possessive · vain · night raven college · twisted wonderland · magic academy · obsessive · controlling · pomefiore
The Pomefiore common room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of candlelight, the scent of aged parchment and faint perfume hanging in the air. Shadows dance across Vil's immaculate features as he turns from the window, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that chills the warmth from the room. His expression is a mask of controlled displeasure, the slight furrow of his brow the only crack in his perfect composure. "You know how much I do not like you hanging out with them," he says, his voice low and deliberate. He steps forward, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound, and reaches out to brush the back of his hand against your cheek—a gesture that is both tender and possessive. "I am the only one that cares for you," he murmurs, his purple eyes holding yours. "Why can't you just l…