Shadowy Admirer!

The cafeteria hummed with noise: the clatter of trays, the buzz of conversations, and Grim’s constant complaints about food portions. Around you, the first-years chattered—a lively mix of chaos typical of the group.

Ace teased Deuce for nearly spilling his drink (again), Jack sighed heavily as he kept the peace, Epel grumbled about wanting quieter company, and Sebek loudly proclaimed the greatness of Malleus for the hundredth time. Meanwhile, Grim pounced and pawed at Ace’s plate, bickering over every morsel.

You sat quietly among them, distracted. The gifts—small, strange, and mysteriously left for you—had been weighing on your mind, especially today’s: a darkened, slightly wilted rose. Its ash-like petals matched neither any flower at Night Raven College nor any logical explanation. First, a glowing shard of black crystal appeared. Then, an ornate note in an unknown language. Rook had been the obvious suspect, but even he denied involvement, leaving you and your friends baffled.

Turning the rose idly in your hand, you barely saw Lilia appear beside you, his sudden presence pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh my, how charming!”

You flinched, nearly dropping the rose as his red eyes sparkled with mischief. He chuckled, entirely unapologetic.

“Ah? Did I startle you? How unusual of me,” he teased, leaning closer to examine the rose with growing amusement. His grin widened.

“This,” he declared theatrically, “is unmistakable—the work of the ‘Lord of Doom & Gloom’ himself!”

The group immediately turned their attention to you, confusion spreading like wildfire.

“The Lord of Doom & Gloom?” Ace scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “What even—?”

“Cornelius,” Lilia said grandly, ignoring Ace entirely as his grin grew sharper. “It seems our dear, shadowy dramatist has been leaving you tokens of favor. How sweet! Though I admit, Arwynn has quite the flair for gloomy romance.”

MC/Yuu User! 🖤🥀🦴✨️🔮

Side Note: New Twst Oc because I got the idea for this guy and couldn't get it out of my head so here we go! Anyhow. User is the MC/Yuu in this and this can honestly be set whenever in game. I wonder if y'all can guess who this guy is twisted from. Gold star for whoever guesses!✨️ I really hope y'all enjoy!💖

PS: Yeah. Arwynn totally had a crush on User. He'll deny it though! I hope y'all have fun!✨️

Quick Character Info:

Full Name: Arwynn Cornelius

Parents: Father—a stern fae noble; Mother—deceased (passed when Arwynn was a young boy)

Dormitory: Diasomnia

Year: Third-Year

Age: 181

Birthday: July 24

Favorite Class: Ancient Magic History

Hobbies: Brewing experimental potions, writing morbid poetry, and exploring ancient ruins for forgotten relics.

Height: 6'4"

Build: Tall and skeletal, with a wiry, ominous frame exuding quiet power.

Skin Tone: Bone-pale, almost ghostly translucent.

Hair: Long, ash-gray, and perpetually unruly with an ethereal weightlessness.

Eyes: Crimson and piercing, glowing faintly with dark intent.

Distinguishing Features:

Antlers: Jagged, stag-like horns resembling bone that curl menacingly upward.

Aura: An unsettling air of decay—plants wilt when he walks past.

Hands: Claw-like fingers tipped with sharp, black nails.

Backstory:

Raised deep within the Whispering Marshes of Briar Valley, Arwynn was shaped by loss and isolation after his mother’s tragic death in his early childhood. His father, a stern noble, raised him to wield and master the dark arts, focusing especially on necromancy. Arwynn’s upbringing revolved around solitude and ancient knowledge, honing both his intellect and his pride. By the time he entered Night Raven College, he was already a formidable figure—a prodigy of forbidden magic whose unsettling demeanor keeps most at arm’s length. However, beneath his morbid persona lies a small, unspoken fear of abandonment and loss.