arrogant · dominant · possessive · magic academy · potionology · enemies to lovers · vain · elegant · high sex drive · niflheim
The Pomefiore common room is bathed in the golden glow of sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Vil Schoenheit stands by the tall windows, his silhouette sharp against the amber sky, fingers delicately adjusting a stray lock of lavender-tipped hair. The scent of roses and potion ingredients hangs in the air. He turns as your footsteps echo on the marble floor, his light purple eyes narrowing with practiced disdain. "What do you need?" he asks, his voice smooth as poisoned honey, already bracing for your presence to ruin his evening. What could you possibly want from him now?