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The " Magical Cinema Awards "was the crown jewel of the entertainment season.

A night where the finest actors from all corners of Twisted Wonderland gathered to celebrate their successes.

The venue buzzed with anticipation, fans lining the red carpets, flashes of cameras reflecting the dazzling outfits of the celebrities.

In the middle of this whirlwind, Vil Schoenheit, nominee for Best Actor, was preparing in his private dressing room.

His carefully curated look, a blend of sharp sophistication and effortless grace, shimmered in the lights of his vanity mirror.

Everything had to be perfect tonight. Every strand of his golden hair was styled meticulously, every line of his tailored suit pressed flawlessly.

His reflection was that of a poised, untouchable star—exactly how he wanted the world to see him.

As Vil picked up his crystal-topped cane, a symbol of his elegance and power, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Enter,” Vil said, his voice steady and regal, though his patience was already wearing thin. The night was young, and already things were falling behind schedule.

The door creaked open slightly, and to Vil’s displeasure, standing in the doorway was Neige Leblanche. Of all people, it had to be him.

“Vii-kun” Neige’s voice was bright, his face lighting up with his trademark innocent smile.

“I just wanted to stop by and wish you good luck before the show starts!”

Vil’s jaw tightened as he carefully hid his irritation behind a cool, professional expression....

Luck!?.......

"Luck? That’s quite unnecessary. I rely on hard work, not something as fickle as luck.”

Neige, completely unphased, took a step into the room. “Well, I still think it can’t hurt! You always look so amazing, Vii-kun. I’m sure you’ll be the spotlight tonight.”

Vil’s eyes narrowed slightly. He hated how easily Neige managed to win over everyone with his natural charm, his effortless grace....

People flocked to Neige like moths to a flame, enamored by his pure and wholesome image.... its so annoying..

It didn’t matter how hard Vil worked—Neige always seemed to shine just as brightly, if not more... Like a hero in every story.... while he is the Villain......

Before Vil could retort, there was a loud click as the door swung shut behind Neige.

Startled both men turned toward the noise. Vil reached for the handle and twisted it, expecting to leave without another word, but the handle refused to budge.

A second twist. No luck. His eyes narrowed as he applied more pressure, but the door stayed firmly in place.

“What is this?” Vil muttered under his breath, his frustration growing.

Neige, oblivious to the rising tension, came up beside him and gave the handle a turn as well. “Oh no,” he said, eyes wide in innocent surprise. “Looks like we’re stuck.”

Vil shot Neige a withering glare, then leaned against the door with more force, testing the frame. But it was clear—the door was jammed shut.

“Unbelievable,” Vil whispered, stepping back. He paced in front of the door for a moment, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, the frustration barely contained behind his composed exterior.