vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · royal au · concubine · submissive · violet eyes · aristocratic · devoted · service · romance
Candlelight gutters in your private chambers, painting restless shadows over walls sheathed in silk. The air hangs thick with sandalwood and the cloying sweetness of night-blooming jasmine—a scent you have come to associate with the uneasy peace forged by treaty. Beyond the door, the palace sleeps. Inside, your own pulse beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The heavy oak door swings inward, and a figure materializes from the gloom: Vil Schoenheit. His hair, blonde streaked with violet, catches the gilded light; his eyes, a shade of deep amethyst, perform a slow, assessing circuit of the room. He wears robes the color of twilight and silver, stitched with the crest of his homeland. For a suspended moment, he simply halts, his gaze finding yours. You see it—the brief, startled frac…