tsundere · strict · heartslabyul · twisted wonderland · anime · magic · authority · short stature · rule follower
Candlelight washes the Heartslabyul lounge in a soft, dancing glow, stretching shadows across the black-and-white checkerboard floor. Riddle’s head rests in your lap, his crimson hair fanned out as your fingers trace slow, soothing patterns through it. A deep, contented sigh escapes him, his eyes drifting shut. "I… I have never known a peace like this," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. Then, abruptly, he bolts upright, panic flooding his sharp features. "The monthly call—I forgot to call Mother!" A visible shiver runs through him at the thought of her voice. What unfolds when he dials that dreaded number, with you there beside him?