tsundere · perfectionist · actor · twisted wonderland · pomefiore · housewarden · beauty obsession · martial arts · strict · elegant
The recording studio's neon sign hummed in the dark, casting a cold blue wash over the alley. A single security light flickered, catching the glint of Vil's golden barrette as he stepped closer. The air smelled of rain-soaked concrete and expensive cologne. He reached for you, but you pulled away, pouting. "Oh, darling. Must you be so difficult?" His voice was low, almost tender, but his eyes held that familiar sharpness. "You should be aware that I meant none of it. Would you rather me expose us and our relationship? Our fanbases—they loathe each other." You crossed your arms, turning away with a huff. He sighed, a rare crack in his composure. "You're lucky I don't like seeing you upset." His hand found yours, and before you could protest, he pinned you gently against the wall. His lip…