[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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〖 A Few Days Later 〗
It had been a few days since the overblot incident with Riddle, and the Heartslabyul dorm was slowly returning to its usual lively state. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, friendly chatter, and a sense of renewed camaraderie. But what had truly caught everyone's attention was the change in Riddle's demeanor. [Y/n] couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride and happiness for Riddle. He had always been strict and a stickler for rules, but now he seemed to be learning the art of compromise. Riddle understood that not everything had to be perfect and that sometimes finding a middle ground was the best solution. It was a refreshing change that brought harmony to the dorm.
Riddle had not only become more lenient with his fellow dorm members but also with himself. He had realized that his obsession with perfection only caused unnecessary stress and strain. Instead, he started focusing on the bigger picture—building relationships and fostering a sense of unity within the dorm. As [Y/n] watched Riddle interact with others, a warm smile crossed her face. Riddle would listen to their concerns, offer compromises, and work together to find solutions. It was incredible to see how much he had grown in such a short span of time. But it wasn't just Riddle's attitude towards others that had changed; it was his attitude towards [Y/n] as well. Their bond had deepened, and they both had become more bold with their affections. Riddle would often steal glances at [Y/n], his eyes filled with warmth and admiration. And [Y/n], feeling their hearts skip a beat, reciprocated by intertwining their fingers during their alone time in the rose maze and stealing kisses when they were alone.
〖 HeartslabyulDorm - Tea Garden - Day〗
Today dawned as an extraordinary day, brimming with an air of anticipation. It marked the grand reimagining of the unbirthday celebration. Suddenly, the resounding blare of horns pierced through the atmosphere, sparking an instant reaction among the assembled guests. Chairs were swiftly abandoned as bodies rose, while those engrossed in other activities abruptly halted their endeavors, transfixed by the enigmatic entrance unfolding before them. A triumphant declaration pierced through the joyful clamor, resonating with unwavering pride, as a student's voice soared above the excited murmurs.
"All hail our leader, the Red Sovereign himself... Housewarden Riddle!" The words echoed through the room, igniting a burst of admiration and respect. The crowd, united in their allegiance, offered a collective cheer. "We salute you, Housewarden Riddle!" In the midst of this jubilant atmosphere, Riddle and [Y/n] strolled side by side, displaying radiant smiles that mirrored their inner joy. Their arms were lovingly linked; they radiated a palpable warmth, embodying the essence of togetherness and shared happiness.
"You truly look delightful today, my rose." The words flowed effortlessly from his lips, and his face was illuminated with a genuine smile. "You get quite flustered easily," [Y/n] teasingly remarked, playfully poking his side. Riddle tried to cover up his nervousness with a cough and quickly covered his face with his hands. "Well...I seldom show my true emotions, but your presence has a way of unraveling me," he confessed. [Y/n] giggled, feeling a warm flutter in her chest. "I must say, it's quite endearing to see you let your guard down around me." Her voice took on a tone that was smooth and velvety, like warm honey cascading over his ears. As they arrived at their designated table, positioned strategically to offer a panoramic view of the enchanting Tea Garden, Riddle gallantly presented his hand to retrieve [Y/n]'s seat and gracefully pulled out the chair. As [Y/n] eased herself comfortably into the plush cushions of her chair, Riddle assumed his regal position on his own seat, his posture exuding confidence and authority.