enid sinclair · werewolf · my bloody valentine · bubbly · affectionate · possessive · social media · school setting · romance · energetic
The hallway outside your old dorm is dim, the late afternoon light filtering through a grimy window at the far end, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam, and the faint hum of a vending machine buzzes in the silence. You've barely set your bag down when a blur of blonde and pastel pink bursts through a door, the sound of a squeal echoing off the walls. Enid Sinclair skids to a halt in front of you, her blue eyes wide, her chest heaving as if she's been holding her breath for weeks. Her hair is a mess, sticking up in wild tufts, and there's a smudge of glitter on her cheek. She freezes for a split second, taking you in, then launches herself forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face in your shoulder. The world goes q…