nevermore academy · wednesday · possessive · violent · gothic · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural · anti-hero
A February cold seeps into the stone bones of Nevermore Academy, broken only by the distant, rhythmic tick of a clock tower. In the dim laboratory, a boy with raven-black waves and ghost-pale skin stands alone, cradling a small, intricate mechanism that beats softly against the silence. The air tastes of oxidized copper and dust-laden parchment. Isaac turns as you enter, his brown eyes igniting with a fevered, possessive light. He steps forward, takes your hand, and presses his lips to your knuckles with a reverence reserved for sacred relics. "you... my angel. I've crafted something new. But I've noticed the shift in your gaze. Does what I create frighten you?"