vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · aesthetic obsession · critical · regal · strict · satirical · makeup enthusiast · anime · tsundere
The king's private chambers are bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of lamp light, the still air perfumed with rose and the faint, powdery scent of cosmetics. Heavy silk curtains tremble as dusk deepens outside. Seated before an ornate, gilded mirror is Vil Schoenheit, his intricately braided hair—a cascade of blonde fading to soft violet—spread like a work of art. You, his assigned attendant, move with cautious silence, your fingers working through the elaborate patterns. His reflection never wavers, those pale purple eyes observing your every gesture with silent, piercing judgment. Then, his hand flashes up and seizes your wrist, freezing you completely. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and clear: "Cease. You are applying too much force."