[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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〖 Octavinelle Dormitory - Mostro Lounge 〗
In the bustling atmosphere of the Mostro Lounge, the ebb and flow of customers seamlessly blended with the choreographed dance of dorm members attending to patrons lounging on the cushioned seats. Amid this orchestrated chaos, Azul remained anchored to his seat within the confines of the VIP room, ensconced in a flurry of scattered papers strewn across his desk. It was a typical day in Azul's routine, a day where paperwork awaited his meticulous attention or where he orchestrated yet another student's unwitting plunge into a binding snare. In this moment, he harbored no concern for the moral implications of his actions; the pursuit of his own gains overshadowed any qualms about the unsuspecting souls he might manipulate. To some observers, it might seem absurd how Azul could maintain focus on the parchment sprawled before him for such extended durations. Yet, simultaneously, none could refute the sheer efficacy and unwavering commitment he displayed in the pursuit of his duties. His tenacity and efficiency in this realm of business were undeniable, even if veiled beneath a veneer of questionable morality.
An unexpected knock echoed through the room, prompting both Azul and [Y/n] to divert their attention towards the door. "Come in," Azul's voice called out, a slight adjustment made to his snugly-fitted black fedora perched atop his head. The door swung open, revealing Jade Leech, bearing a tray adorned with delicate teacups. His demeanor exuded an air of polite professionalism as he inquired, "I brought tea," Azul granted permission with a nonchalant wave, granting Jade access into the room. Swift and deft, Jade positioned himself, carefully placing [Y/n]'s teacup before her, accompanied by a mischievous smile that lingered upon his lips. He observed [Y/n]'s reserved countenance, her movements almost robotic yet gracefully elegant as she raised the cup to her lips, savoring a slow and deliberate sip.
"The enchantment truly is remarkable. It's like she's not in her own body but rather locked in a state of perpetual trance. Trapped in her own mind with no escape." Jade remarked, shifting his focus toward Azul, who paused his perusal of papers spread across his desk. Folding his arms across his chest, Azul contemplated Jade's observation. "Indeed," he responded, a faint hint of wistfulness tingeing his tone. "She remains firmly ensnared by its allure, unable to break free even if she wished." A dark chuckle escaped Jade as he positioned Azul's tea before him. "Her friends are growing suspicious of her altered demeanor. They may unravel the truth behind this transformation," he added, a sly smile dancing upon his lips, insinuating the brewing repercussions of their clandestine actions. Azul's gaze flicked slightly—a mere fraction—over the rim of his teacup as he indulged in a sip, pondering the weight of Jade's words. "Let them suspect," he said confidently. "The spell is foolproof, and even if they were to discover the truth, they would never be able to reverse it." Jade offered a hum of acknowledgement, inclining his head in a graceful bow towards Azul, one hand placed over his heart while the other balanced the tray. "I shall depart now," he declared, his voice carrying a playful undertone. "Rest assured, our clandestine affair shall linger in the shadows, untouched." With a last affirmative gesture, Jade pivoted on his heel, executed a graceful turn, and elegantly departed the room.
