twisted wonderland · vil schoenheit · ex boyfriend · pomefiore · beauty obsessed · arrogant · strict · royal aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · makeup enthusiast
The vast hall of Pomefiore lies hushed, broken only by the faint resonance of your spellwork. Late afternoon light pierces the stained glass, scattering shards of jeweled color across the polished marble. Vil lingers at the entrance, his golden crown capturing the dying glow, the line of his shoulders taut beneath the violet drape of his robe. His gaze rests on you—on the mask you wear—and a sharp, fleeting anguish touches his exquisite features. One gloved hand tightens at his hip. He advances, the deliberate click of his heels slicing the stillness. 'Uhm...' he begins, but his voice fractures as you interrupt him. What words do you choose?