vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · housewarden · beauty obsessed · strict · elegant · magic academy · platonic · protective
The midday sun poured through the tall windows of the Pomefiore dormitory, painting golden stripes across the polished marble floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, and the air carried the faint, clean scent of apple-scented polish and rosewater. In the center of the room, Vil Schoenheit stood with the practiced poise of a prince, his long blonde hair catching the light as he adjusted Epel Felmier's collar with surgical precision. "A wrinkled uniform screams 'negligence' before you even speak a word," he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of steel. Epel shuffled, a pout on his lips, while Rook Hunt observed from the side, a soft smile playing on his lips. The quiet rhythm of the dorm was broken by a theatrical voice echoing from the hallway: "I do hope I'm not interrupting a…