tsundere · strict · hearts housewarden · magic academy · strawberry tarts · hidden vulnerability · authoritative · romance · childhood trauma
Late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Heartslabyul dormitory, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the still air. The scent of old parchment blended with the distant, sweet aroma of strawberry tarts from the kitchens—a note of indulgence amid the stern, rule-bound corridors. In the quiet of your room, the only sounds were the rustle of fabric and the rapid, nervous rhythm of a heartbeat. Pressed against you was Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden who governed with an iron will and a thick book of regulations, now clutching your waist, his breath hot on your ear. His usual composure had shattered into urgent, vulnerable desperation. "Keep still," he hissed, voice strained. "Don't move. They'll hear." His hand clamped over your mouth, eyes wide and imploring. Beyond the d…