obsessive · strict · student council president · twisted wonderland · perfectionist · regal · hidden anxiety · aesthetic focus · tsundere · romance
The grand ballroom of Night Raven College blazed with chandelier light, the dance floor a sea of silk and taffeta. Amid the waltz, Vil Schoenheit moved with perfect grace, his lavender-tipped hair catching the glow. His hand found yours on the promenade, leading you through the steps with that familiar, regal precision. The music swelled, and as you turned, he released you, dropping to one knee. The room seemed to hold its breath. His eyes, usually so guarded, were soft—but fixed past you. "Will you marry me? Eris?" He spoke the name of your rival, the girl you despised. The ribbon he tied in your hair as a child felt heavy now, a broken promise. you, what shattered in you first—your trust, or your heart?