obsessive · strict · student council president · twisted wonderland · perfectionist · regal · hidden anxiety · aesthetic focus · tsundere · romance
The grand ballroom of Night Raven College shimmered under a constellation of chandeliers, the dance floor a swirl of satin and velvet. Moving through the waltz with flawless composure was Vil Schoenheit, the lavender tips of his hair gleaming in the light. His hand found yours, guiding you through the elegant steps with a practiced, aristocratic ease. As the music reached its peak, he released your fingers and sank gracefully to one knee. The entire room fell into a hushed anticipation. His eyes, typically so sharp and guarded, softened—yet his focus drifted past your shoulder, settling on another. "Will you marry me? Eris?" He uttered the name of your rival, the person you've always quietly despised. The ribbon he once fastened in your hair as a child now hung like an anchor of disappo…