[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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The atmosphere between the group was tense and oppressive, like a thick blanket that smothered any attempt at conversation. The seven individuals sat frozen in place, unable to break free from the weight of the silence that hung over them. Time seemed to stand still as they waited for someone to make a move, the tension building with each passing second, and the silence felt like a living entity, closing in on them from all sides. A single gesture or word could trigger a chain reaction, leading to a catastrophic outcome. The air was charged with an unspoken urgency, as if the slightest movement could set off a bomb.
Finally breaking the tension, Cater spoke up, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow. "Hey, Riddle! What's shakin' pal? You're lookin' adorbs, as always!" Riddle clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes narrowing. "Hmph. Cater, keep running that mouth, and you'll lose it—along with the rest of your head." Cater chuckled nervously, trying to diffuse the situation. "Sorry, sorry! My bad!" Grim's fur stood on end as he glared at Riddle, his piercing eyes filled with disdain and fury. With a single, pointed paw, he aimed it directly at Riddle, as if accusing him of some wrongdoing. "Myah?! You're the guy who put that stupid collar on me at the orientation ceremony!" From the corner of her eyes, [Y/n] gave Grim a subtle glare, her eyes filled with frustration and annoyance, conveying her disapproval without saying a word. The situation is becoming increasingly dire as the flames continue to rage on, fueled by an abundance of fuel in the form of logs and other combustible materials.
[Y/n]'s senses were acutely attuned as if they had been sharpened by the intensity of the moment, primed to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Riddle continued, "And you're the new students who were nearly expelled yesterday," he recalled, with narrowed eyes. "I'll ask that you not refer to my signature spell as a stupid collar. The headmage's habit of tolerating rulebreakers like you is going to send this entire campus spiraling into chaos one day. Those who break the rules should have their heads removed immediately, without exception." Ace huffed, muttering under his breath, "Dude, seriously? This guy looks like a wimp, but talks like a monster." but flinched at the acidity in [Y/n]'s glare. "The headmage may have forgiven you, but if you break any further rules, I assure you I will not." Riddle's voice was low and steady, but there was a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface. The complexity behind his eyes seemed to reveal a storm of emotions brewing within him. His words were delivered with a cold, calculating precision that made Ace feel as though he was being scrutinized from every angle. It was as though a storm were brewing, and all that was needed to set it off was a single spark.
"So, uh, listen, housewarden, sir... Any chance I could get you to remove this collar?" Ace inquired, sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and hoping to appeal to the housewarden's sense of empathy. Riddle's dark eyes pierced into Ace's soul as he firmly gripped the heart-shaped collar around Ace's neck. The collar, a symbol of Riddle's dominance and control, was pressed against Ace's skin, serving as a constant reminder of his subservience. Ace could feel the tightening grip, which was constricting like an invisible vice around his throat. Sweat dripped down Ace's forehead, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid.
