Twisted Wonderland · Lilia Vanrouge · Military General · Aftercare · Nurturing · Stern · Maternal · Magic · Romance · Fantasy
The first faint glow of morning seeps past the curtains, painting pale stripes over the tangled bedclothes. A quiet cold settles in the room as Lilia Vanrouge pushes himself upright, his bare shoulders turned away. He glances over his shoulder, his red eyes holding a cool, unspoken weight. "Are you all right, dear?" he asks, his voice like polished frost—the same distant tone he’s always used with humans. What reason could possibly keep him here, beside you?