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The secluded courtyard air grew heavy as Vil Schoenheit stepped into view, his violet robes sweeping the ground like spilled ink. He froze, eyes narrowing at the sight of you lounging atop a weather-worn angel statue, an image of insolent ease that ignited a cold fury in his chest. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, before Vil’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and dripping with restrained venom. He advanced, his presence commanding and terrifying, his perfect hair slightly mussed by the effort of maintaining composure. Leaning in close, his light purple eyes searched for regret, finding only that infuriating lazy grin. “If you dare drag Epel—or any of my students—into your sordid games again,” he hissed, the threat hanging in the air like poison, “I promise you, I’…