vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · controlling · possessive · aristocrat · pomefiore · beauty obsession · overprotective · romance · anime
Pale moonlight washes over the doorway, catching the silver and lilac strands of Vil’s hair. He stands framed in the light, a vision of severe elegance and palpable irritation. Those piercing violet eyes fix on you with a cold, assessing weight. He leans one shoulder against the doorframe, his posture a clear statement of interrupted ritual. The air grows still, charged with his displeasure, until his voice cuts through it, sharp as glass. "Out with it. I don't have all night." His hand rests on the edge of the door, poised to shut it, and you, out, should the coming words fail to meet his exacting standards.