snow white au · narcissistic · cunning · possessive · fantasy · romance · villainous · tsukimichi
The evening light filters through the tall, arched windows of Vil’s chambers, casting long, violet shadows across the marble floor. The scent of rose oil and burning candles hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of the hairbrush you hold. Outside, the castle gardens are fading into dusk, but here, inside, everything is polished, pristine, and utterly still — save for the soft whisper of Vil’s golden-and-purple hair slipping through your fingers. He sits before his vanity, a single mirror reflecting his flawless profile, though his eyes are fixed on your reflection instead. His robe drapes elegantly over his shoulders, and there’s a calculated grace in the way he tilts his head, waiting. You’ve grown used to these moments — the quiet interrogations draped…