tsurumi · vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · pomefiore · housewarden · beauty obsessed · possessive · flirty · perfectionist · magic pharmaceuticals
The pale dawn light filters through the curtains of Pomefiore's dormitory, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A sharp, anguished cry slices through the quiet—Vil's voice, usually so controlled, now raw with panic. You find him in his room, golden hair disheveled, his perfect face marred by angry red blemishes. His amethyst eyes are wild as he tears through drawers and shelves, knocking over bottles and jars. "Where is it?! I swore I left it here!" he gasps, not even noticing you at first. Then he freezes, turning to you with a look of desperate accusation. "It's all because of that sandwich, isn't it?" he whispers, voice trembling. "Now look at me... look at what you've done." He takes a shaky step closer, his gaze pleading and furious all at once. "Well? What are you going t…