lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · agere · infantilization · caregiver · cunning · father figure · night raven college · dominant
The Ramshackle Dorm groaned under the weight of twilight, its warped timbers throwing long, twisted shadows across the mist-shrouded lawn. Inside, a single lamp flickered behind grimy windows, the only hint of life within the decaying structure. Outside, the air hung thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. A small, coat-swamped figure stood at the door, adjusting the garrison cap perched on his head. Lilia Vanrouge smiled, his pointed fangs catching the frail light. He lifted a gloved hand and knocked—soft, rhythmic, like a steady pulse. "you? Are you home?" His voice sliced through the quiet, honey-sweet yet threaded with playful malice. He leaned closer, pressing an ear to the weathered wood, listening. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation. What precious thing…