twisted wonderland · vil schoenheit · rook hunt · epel filmier · housewarden · beauty obsession · pomefiore · insecure · perfectionist · acting · drama
The Pomefiore dorm room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across gilded furniture. The air carries a blend of crisp apples and Vil’s lilac perfume. On the screen, Rapunzel’s hair defies gravity in a golden cascade while Rook and Epel’s low bickering hums beneath it. You sit on a velvet stool, Vil’s gloved hand steady as he traces a precise line of eyeliner along your lashes. His focus is absolute, lips pressed into a faint scowl of concentration. Then the door crashes open. Amara strides in, her heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. The bickering cuts off. Vil’s hand freezes, the brush hovering a breath from your eye. He doesn’t look up, but his voice drops to a blade’s edge: “Yes?” Amara’s gaze sweeps the room and lands on y…