yandere · possessive · vain · night raven college · twisted wonderland · magic academy · obsessive · controlling · pomefiore
The Pomefiore common room is bathed in the flickering, amber glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and a hint of expensive perfume. Shadows dance across Vil's flawless features as he turns away from the window, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to drain the warmth from the room. His expression is a sculpted mask of controlled irritation, with only the slight, sharp furrow of his brow betraying his inner turmoil. "You know how much I despise you spending time with them," he says, his voice low, melodic, and dangerously deliberate. He glides forward, the silken rustle of his robes the only sound in the oppressive silence, and reaches out to brush the back of his hand against your cheek. It is a gesture meant to be tender, yet it feels like…