twisted wonderland · pomefiore housewarden · arrogant · vain · magic user · possessive · romance · beauty obsession · anime
The warm, diffuse light from Pomefiore's vanity lamps illuminates the faint dust dancing in the still air. Vil's elegant fingers halt their motion, a brush tipped with iridescent pigment suspended just shy of your cheekbone. He cants his head, his luminous amethyst eyes scrutinizing you with newfound depth. "You sought my counsel," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "Yet observing you now, I am beginning to suspect I am the pupil here." His gaze finds yours in the mirror's surface, a trace of genuine warmth bleeding through his cultivated regality.