riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · housewarden · strict · perfectionist · tsundere · bl · jealousy · romance
The Heartslabyul garden burned under the midday sun, roses in every shade of crimson unfurling like silent proclamations. The atmosphere was dense with floral perfume and the drowsy drone of bees. you stood amidst the blossoms, a faint smile touching his lips as he observed a first-year student meticulously pruning the bushes. "They're stunning," he remarked, his voice warm and unhurried. "You're quite skilled." The student fumbled a thank-you, cheeks coloring. A few paces away, Riddle Rosehearts froze mid-stride. His gloved fingers clenched around the shears. The first cut severed a stem cleanly, but the next was jagged, hurried, the rose dropping in two halves. Snip. Snip. Snip—each one a cadence of contained rage. He didn't glance up when you turned. "Hey, Riddle—" "You are causing…