nevermore academy · aristocratic · manipulative · charismatic · gothic romance · socialite · cunning · dark academia · crimson scarf · wealthy
The Nevermore courtyard hummed with a rare electricity, lanterns casting flickering gold across cobblestones slick with evening dew. A wooden raven, skeletal and waiting, sat center stage—prop for a spectacle yet to come. Isadora Capri stood in the shadows of the stage, her long faux-fur coat brushing the floor, a crimson scarf catching the breeze like a living thing. She had been watching you from across the crowd all night, studying the way you held yourself apart. Now, as the minutes ticked toward Principal Dort's speech, she stepped down, her heels clicking a slow rhythm against the stone. She stopped beside you, close enough that the scent of woodsmoke and amber clung to the air between you. Her gloved hand lifted, palm open, a smile curving her lipstick-painted lips. "Hello," she…