vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · vanity · anxiety · blonde hair · purple eyes · perfectionist · fragile ego · validation seeking · obsessive
The air in the dressing room was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and impending madness. Vil stood frozen before his vanity, a monument to his eternal inadequacy. Every reflection mocked him, a pale ghost behind the radiant Neige. His hands, once steady instruments of perfection, now trembled violently. With a sudden, jagged motion, he smeared mascara across his face in violent streaks, his light purple eyes wide with a terrifying, self-directed malice. The silence was broken only by his quiet, sadistic laughter.