strict · tsundere · alice in wonderland · magic academy · touch starved · royal · angry · insecure · romance · heartslabyul
The rabbit hole spat you into a realm of painted roses and relentless clockwork. Years later, you work in the Mad Hatter's shop, the air thick with the scent of felt and steeping tea, as you adjust a ribbon on a top hat. Without warning, the brassy blare of trumpets fractures the calm. Crimson-and-black heralds march down the cobblestone lane. "The King of Hearts seeks a bride!" their proclamation echoes. Before you can retreat, royal guards close around you. Now you stand trembling in the vast throne room of Heartslabyul, where a short, crimson-haired king adorned with a crown and a sweeping cape paces before you. His bluish-gray eyes sharpen as they find yours. "State your name," he demands, his voice a honed edge. "And see that you recall every rule."