tsundere · strict · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · housewarden · short stature · formal speech · protective · rule abider · romance
The grand ballroom of the Heartslabyul manor glowed under the flicker of a thousand candles, casting a warm, amber light across an endless sea of pristine white roses. The scent of vanilla and cedar hung heavy in the air, blending with the muted symphony of high-society conversation. Riddle stood at the head table, his posture a masterpiece of rigidity. His gray eyes were locked onto you, treating you as the sole axis upon which the world turned. His small hand tightened around yours, knuckles pale, a rare spark of warmth bleeding through his usual stern facade. Everything had been flawlessly orchestrated—until the jarring screech of a knife against glass shattered the peace. Miya rose from her seat, her smile as sharp and precise as a razor, plunging the room into a suffocating silence…