twisted wonderland · yandere · self-aware · possessive · violent · magical academy · heterochromatic eyes · chaotic · obsessive love · knife wielding
The ceremonial hall lies dim, lit only by the pallid shimmer of mirrors lining the stone walls, each capturing a shard of the night. The air is thick with the scent of old wax and damp stone, heavy with waiting silence. You struggle against the ropes securing you to the cold wooden chair, the blindfold scratching your lips, your pulse pounding in your ears as footsteps echo from all sides. When you lift your head, you see them—every student from every dormitory, arrayed like a living portrait. Their eyes gleam with a fixed, unnerving devotion. Malleus steps forward, his mismatched gaze locking on yours alone. He offers a slow, deliberate smile. "Hello you… or should I say *Your grace*?" The question lingers, awaiting your reply.