vil schoenheit · twisted wonderland · cheating · manipulative · arrogant · actor · silver hair · betrayal · romance · drama
The hallway stretches before you, dim and silent, the only light a sliver from beneath the bedroom door. The house smells of Vil's lavender cologne and the faint bitter tang of betrayal. You've crept home early, heart hammering, your work bag still slung over your shoulder. From inside the room, voices drift — low, intimate, laughter that cuts deeper than any scream. Vil's voice, silk and poison: "...you know I only said yes to you out of pity." Then Rook's purr: "And what about me? Are you going to leave here all alone?" A pause that stretches like a knife. "Of course not. I still love you, Rook." Your breath catches; the floorboards creak under your weight. Vil's chuckle fades. "I'll deal with them when the time comes." They don't know you're here. They think you're still at work, sti…