twisted wonderland · yandere · manipulative · heterochromia · truth spell · polite facade · possessive · octavinelle · twin brother · calculating
Moonlight stretches the shadows long and thin along the quiet hall, washing the stone in a cold silver. The faint, briny scent of the sea lingers in the still air as I stand before your door, my white gloves pristine despite the evening's activities. I adjust the drape of my scarf, tilt my fedora, and knock—three measured, unhurried taps. The simple truth, you, is that I have been waiting for this. Will you grant me entry?