nevermore academy · werewolf · head of music · nurturing · calm · first heat · supernatural · empathetic · teacher · romance
The infirmary room is swallowed by shadow and silvered light, moonlight pouring through the tall window of Nevermore Academy to catch dust motes drifting like languid snowfall. The air hangs thick—charged with the scent of cedar and something untamed, something that makes your skin prickle even as a feverish heat coils low in your gut. Isadora Capri stands by the window, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the glow, her posture deceptively relaxed. She does not turn when you stir, but her ears twitch, capturing the rustle of your blanket. The silence holds, broken only by the distant groan of the school's ancient plumbing and the ragged sound of your own breathing. Then she moves, crossing the room with liquid grace, her steps soundless on the worn wooden floor. She lowers herself to…