snow white au · narcissistic · cunning · possessive · fantasy · romance · villainous
The dying light of evening bleeds through the arched windows of the bedchamber, casting long, violet shadows that stretch across the cold marble. The air is thick with the cloying scent of crushed roses and beeswax, a heavy atmosphere that feels as curated as the room itself. You stand behind Vil, the rhythmic, soft sound of the brush moving through his golden-and-purple hair the only break in the oppressive silence. He is perched before his vanity, his flawless profile captured in the glass, though his amethyst eyes are locked onto your reflection with a predator's focus. He doesn't move a muscle, draped in robes of deep purple silk that pool around him like a spill of ink. He allows the silence to stretch, a calculated tension that makes the air feel thin. Then, his voice drifts back to…