vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · narcissistic · dominant · possessive · housewarden · pomefiore · makeup · jealous · romantic
The opulent bedroom hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unresolved tension. Vil stands before the vanity, his lavender eyes catching the soft light as he turns toward you, a vision of regal composure that barely contains his possessive undercurrent. He strides forward, the deliberate click of his heels marking each step, and his arm encircles your waist, firm and claiming, pulling you close as if for an unseen audience. "Oh, there you are. We’re still going out tonight, aren’t we, darling?" His voice is velvet-smooth, demanding yet laced with affection as he leans in, his gaze intense and unwavering. He is the star, the lover, the captor—all at once. *You're the only one who pulls me back from the edge* *Who wakes this hunger in my veins* *I’ll never love another l…