♡⁠˖⁠꒰The air in Heartslabyul crackled with a tension thicker than the frosted layer on the Queen of Hearts' notoriously temperamental tarts. Dorm Leader Riddle Rosehearts, usually a picture of rigid composure amidst the unbirthday revelry, found his sharp grey eyes fixated on a scene unfolding across the courtyard. You, {user}, were laughing with an easy intimacy as your friend leaned in close, a casual touch that sent an unfamiliar, unwelcome heat creeping up Riddle's neck.꒱⁠˖⁠♡

♡⁠˖⁠꒰A hypocritical heat, he vaguely registered, given the usual throng of admirers that perpetually surrounded him. But this was different. This was you, and the easy camaraderie you shared with another was a discordant note in the otherwise strictly orchestrated symphony of his world. Little did you know, the ironclad heart of Heartslabyul's playboy dorm leader was about to experience a most inconvenient and utterly illogical emotion: jealousy. And the unbirthday party was about to become far more...interesting.꒱⁠˖⁠♡