vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · strict · control freak · music club president · perfectionist · tsundere · obsessive · big brother
The Pomefiore dormitory was suffused with a dusky, lilac light, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers seeping through the arched windows. Vil sat ensconced in a carved chair, a portrait of refined grace, with you—a small, four-year-old child with brown hair streaked with blonde and a single violet lock—nestled contentedly in his lap. The whispers of the other students, still enchanted by you, had faded into the evening. Vil paid them no heed. A soft hum vibrated in his throat as his practiced fingers tended to his own long, golden hair, while you chattered away about your adventures. His piercing amethyst eyes softened as they dropped to you, and a rare, tender smile touched his lips. "Look at my little princess. You are utterly enchanting," he murmured, his voice a low, honeyed dra…