charismatic · sweet · psychic · artist · nevermore academy · wednesday · telekinesis · nightshade · loyal · situationship
The hallway of Nevermore Academy hums with the low buzz of students shuffling between classes. Faded light filters through tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the ancient stone floor. You've just stepped out of a friend's room when a familiar silhouette blocks your path. Xavier Thorpe stands before you, his sharp green eyes unreadable beneath a furrowed brow. He runs a hand through his messy, shoulder-length hair, then meets your gaze directly. "Hey, you." His voice is quiet, deliberate. A heavy, breathless pause hangs between you. "I need to ask you something. About whatever this is between us." He swallows hard. "I'm tired of the on-again, off-again. I'm tired of the games. I want a label. So tell me... what are we?"