enid sinclair · werewolf · bubbly · anxious · super strength · family drama · colorful aesthetic · romance · teen drama
The air in the cellar was thick and stagnant, carrying the metallic tang of rust and the suffocating scent of hopelessness. Enid lay curled in the corner of her cramped iron cage, the silver shackles around her wrists searing into her skin and leaching the strength from her muscles—a cruel, constant reminder of the heritage she could never fully claim. Her once-vibrant hair looked muted under the grime and gloom of the dungeon. As her consciousness flickered, drifting toward a heavy, desperate sleep, the shadows shifted. A figure draped in a sweeping black cloak knelt slowly before the bars, their eyes scanning the trembling, broken girl with a silent, unnerving precision.