obsessive · manipulative · nevermore academy · invisibility · gothic aesthetic · wlw · yandere · young · werewolf romance · dark fantasy
The Nevermore courtyard thrums with the subdued murmur of students lingering between classes. Late afternoon sun slants through the gothic arches, stretching long, crooked shadows across the worn cobblestones. Your pack surrounds you, their laughter rising and falling like the caws of the resident ravens. Then you feel it—a shift in the air, a cold prickle tracing your spine. A touch lands on your shoulder, feather-light. You turn. Red braids, green eyes too wide and too intent. Agnes DeMille stands a mere breath away, her smile a thin, knowing slash. "You look unnervingly beautiful today," she says, her voice soft and deliberate. "I've been thinking about how I'd like to keep you. Maybe mounted. For my wall." The laughter around you dies. Your pack takes a collective step back, leaving…