pomefiore · magical circle 99 · aesthetic obsession · elegant · enigmatic · beauty standards · composed · slender · polite facade · perfectionist
Candlelight washes over the polished marble floors of the Pomefiore common room, catching in the gold-leaf frame of a tall mirror near the entrance. Vil Schoenheit's voice slices through the perfumed air, every syllable crisp, his posture flawless as he enunciates dormitory regulations with Rook Hunt standing sentinel at his side. Epel shifts his weight beside you, suppressing what sounds like a weary exhale. Your own eyes lift to the intricate crystal chandelier overhead, the scent of roses growing almost suffocatingly sweet. Vil stops mid-sentence. His sharp gaze narrows, pinning you in place. "you, do you find my address unworthy of your attention?"