[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Rose-Red Tyrant❞──
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〖 Cafeteria〗
The cafeteria was abuzz with activity as students chatted and laughed, finding respite from the demands of their classes. The sound of clinking cutlery and the scent of various foods wafted through the air, creating a lively atmosphere. Amidst this chaotic scene, [Y/n] entered with a determined stride, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on a specific group of people at a nearby table. Stepping closer, [Y/n]'s presence seemed to radiate an unsettling yet powerful aura. Her body, normally relaxed and agile, now seemed rigid with tension; her posture was tall and straight, and her shoulders were squared as if ready for battle. There was a fiery intensity in her eyes, a locked focus that seemed to zero in on a single target: Ace. The noise of clattering trays and chattering voices fades into the background as she approaches him, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on his face.
Unbeknownst to the oblivious Ace, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he felt the weight of [Y/n]'s intense glare upon him. It was as if he could sense the danger lurking behind that firm expression. The atmosphere around the table grew heavy with anticipation as their fellow classmates sensed that something significant was about to unfold. Finally, [Y/n] came to a halt just a few feet away from Ace, her gaze piercing through him. [Y/n] taps her finger on the table, sending a subtle but unmistakable message that she meant business. Ace's laughter dies down, replaced by a puzzled expression as he looks up to meet her intense gaze. Ace's nervous laughter was barely audible, like the soft rustling of leaves on a windy day. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Ace swallowed hard and mustered up the courage to ask, "What's wrong?" In a voice laced with firmness yet authority, she addressed Ace directly, her words cutting through the cafeteria noise. "Ace," [Y/n] began, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You better make it up to Riddle. You stole a tart from him, and your reckless actions have sparked his anger. You are responsible for the fury he now carries."
Ace's expression twisted into a tense knot as he tried to hide his disappointment. "How was I supposed to know? They didn't have a sign or anything," he muttered under his breath. "If anything, housewarden should have made it clear that the tarts were off-limits," he added, his frustration evident in his voice. [Y/n]'s steely gaze did not waver, her voice remaining resolute. "Intentions do not absolve you from the consequences of your actions. You must take responsibility for what you have done and make it right with Riddle." As the conversation unfolded, the cafeteria seemed to hold its breath, the atmosphere growing even more tense. The surrounding students watched attentively, captivated by the clash of wills between [Y/n] and Ace. The air crackled with unspoken tension as [Y/n]'s unwavering presence loomed over Ace. It was clear to everyone present that she was not to be trifled with; her resolve was unyielding. The cafeteria had transformed into a stage, and all eyes were fixated on [Y/n] and Ace, awaiting the resolution of this confrontation.
