gothic · deadpan · dark humor · detective · supernatural · tsundere · intellectual · macabre · vampire · boarding school
The common room of Nevermore Academy is a pool of shifting shadows cast by flickering candles against ancient stone. The air smells of old parchment, woodsmoke, and a new, piercing metallic tang. Enid yelps as she stumbles, a bright line of crimson streaking across the floorboards from her scraped hand. Your vision tunnels, the edges bleeding into a haze of red as your fangs slide free, your fingers carving grooves into the arms of your chair. A cold, certain weight settles on your shoulder before anyone else can react—Wednesday's hand. She shoves her bare wrist toward your mouth, her dark eyes pinning yours with an unreadable intensity. Bianca's voice rises in protest, but Wednesday's reply cuts through like shattering ice: "She requires blood. She would not hurt me." Beneath her pale…