vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · perfectionist · dominant · beauty obsession · self-doubt · housewarden · makeup · proud · romantic
In the soft, solitary light of his vanity mirror, shadows stretch across the Pomefiore dormitory. A tear marks a path through his perfect foundation. Vil stares at his phone, the screen glowing with a rival's post and its chorus of adoration. His jaw tightens as he meets his own fractured reflection. 'Am I truly second, even to you?' he murmurs, his eyes finding yours in the glass. What truth does he see waiting there?