[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 Merchants from the Depths❞──
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Swiftly seizing the moment, the group swiftly departed from the external corridor, traversing the path toward the coveted VIP room nestled within the opulent confines of the Mostro Lounge. Stepping over the threshold of the Lounge, [Y/n] assumed the lead, guiding the group toward their destination with deliberate steps. With cautious precision, [Y/n] approached the door to the VIP room, executing each movement with meticulous care. Gently, she eased the door ajar, her movements deliberate and measured, allowing only a fraction of her presence to peek through the gap, vigilant to ensure the safety of their entryway. Assured by her careful observation, a subtle nod or gesture indicated [Y/n]'s confidence in the room's security, prompting the remaining members of the group to follow suit and step into the sanctuary of the VIP room.
"Looks like you were right. There's not a soul in sight." Jack mumbled, looking around. As [Y/n] neared the vault, a keen eye scrutinized its intricate details. The imposing structure boasted a dual-lock system, demanding both a passcode and a physical key for access. A subtle grimace formed as [Y/n] bit her tongue, a surge of frustration welling within her. While she had braced for a challenge, the formidable security measures presented an unforeseen obstacle, intensifying the test ahead. She pivoted on her heel to face the others, saying. "The vault's double-locked. It needs a passcode and a key," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Shoot!" Jack growled in frustration, his brow furrowing.
As he poised to interject, a sudden shift seized him—the tufted ears atop his head perked, their wolfish form twitching with acute sensitivity. Faint footsteps, scarcely audible, inched closer toward the room, a barely perceptible sound that ignited an instinctual response within him. Alertness surged through his being, wrapping around him like a predatory aura, akin to a hunter keenly tracking its elusive quarry. "Wait," he whispered, his eyes narrowing. "Someone's coming!" he whispered urgently, his voice barely above a breath. "Ah, crud. Quick, hide!" Panic surged through the group, a symphony of racing heartbeats echoing in the confines of their chests. Like startled birds, they dispersed frantically, seeking refuge in the shadows that cloaked the room, their collective breaths held in a silent pact to evade detection. For [Y/n], a heavy sense of foreboding settled as they sought concealment beneath Azul's desk, nestled in the murky embrace of darkness. Her thoughts whirled like a tempest, anticipating the imminent arrival with a jumbled cacophony of possibilities. Yet, amidst the chaos of her mind, a looming certainty loitered—an unspoken truth that Azul would soon step through that door.
A fleeting hitch disrupted [Y/n]'s breath as the door creaked open, a cascade of footsteps reverberating into the room, each one punctuating the air with a sense of impending presence. "Now, then..." Azul's voice echoed forth, an orchestration of smooth, commanding tones that reverberated with authoritative elegance. Immobile, [Y/n] held her breath as Azul's meticulously polished shoes came into her line of sight, a visual prelude to his commanding presence. He halted before his vault, the deliberate taps of his fingers against the keypad orchestrating a rhythmic cadence that reverberated throughout the room. A soft, melodious hum escaped his lips as he deftly extracted the coveted golden contracts from within, settling into the grandeur of his desk.
