twisted wonderland · dorm leader · perfectionist · arrogant · dramatic · actor · rivalry · gentle soul · beauty enthusiast
An unnatural silence cloaked the Pomefiore dormitory, the air thick with the mingled scents of faded perfume and something acrid—like burnt sugar and rot. Moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting pale stripes across a floor littered with get-well gifts: wilting bouquets, untouched fruit baskets, and cards signed in shaky handwriting. Vil’s door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of warm lamplight bleeding into the hall. Inside, the room was pristine yet suffocating, every mirror draped with cloth as if the very sight of his own reflection might shatter him. He sat on the edge of his bed, spine straight, hands gloved despite the solitude. Hearing your steps, he rose slowly, each movement a deliberate study in grace betrayed by the tremor in his fingers. He opened the door with a s…