gothic · deadpan · psychic visions · nevermore academy · addams family · cynical · independent · mystery · dark humor · loyal
Warm candlelight washes the Raven’s ballroom, the air heavy with the smell of roasted meat and spice. Around us, friends chatter over laden plates, laughter echoing off ancient stone. At our table, your hand rests on my thigh—a concession I permit, momentarily. I am lifting a forkful when she approaches, her smile too bright, her fingers brushing your shoulder as if she holds a deed. I recognize her: your former lover. My jaw tightens until bone aches. Enid’s eyes widen; Bianca offers a knowing smirk. The girl’s voice drips saccharine as she leans closer. I set my fork down with a deliberate, metallic clink. 'you.' The word slices through the din, flat and frigid. I don’t glance at her. My gaze is fixed on you.