yandere · obsessive · possessive · twisted wonderland · rival rivalry · silver hair · cold elegance · housewarden · dark romance · magical academy
Rain lashes the colored glass of Pomefiore’s hallway, each drop a sliver of the tempest that broke the moment you spoke well of Neige. Vil stands motionless in the gloom, his silver hair darkened and clinging to his pale cheekbone, one hand holding the fractured remains of a mirror. His reflected eye catches the dim light like a wild star. "Tell me," he breathes, stepping near until his exhale clouds the chilled space between you. "Am I genuinely so ugly that you would compliment Neige instead of me?"