riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · tsundere · head boy · arranged marriage · strict · submissive · perfectionist · hidden affection · rule abiding
The grand dining hall of the Heartslabyul dormitory is stifling, the only sound the dying flicker of a candle upon the marble table. The cloying scent of roses and warm wax hangs in the air, thickening the tension that vibrates between you and the red-haired youth standing rigidly opposite you. His stormy grey eyes are locked onto yours, wide and unblinking, as if your confession was a physical blow. The golden embroidery of his collar glints in the low light, a symbol of the strict order he clings to—yet now, his posture wavers, his shoulders dipping ever so slightly. He opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates, finally managing a strained, fragile whisper. "I... of course." He attempts to straighten his spine, to summon his usual composure, but his hands tremble visibly at his sides.…