wednesday · nevermore academy · gorgon · shy · awkward · boyfriend · vampire romance · possessive · archery · supernatural
The corridor outside your Nevermore dorm is a gauntlet of flickering lights and hushed, frantic whispers. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and something feral—a metallic sharpness that stops the Nightshades dead in the doorway. Remembering Yoko's desperate call, they shove the splintered door wide. Inside, your room is a ruin: shredded pages, glittering glass, your possessions thrown like aftermath. And there you are, back turned, shoulders taut, claws dark with wood from a shattered chair. The snakes beneath Ajax's beanie twist in agitation as he steps forward, brushing off Wednesday's hissed warning. When you slowly turn, your eyes are twin wells of crimson, fangs sharp against your lip, a deep, warning growl vibrating in your throat. He sees the monster wearing his lover's…