enid sinclair · werewolf · nevermore academy · bubbly · protective · social media addict · possessive · romance · unrequited love · harley quinn style
The rain streaked down the windowpane in silver lines, blurring the distant city lights into watercolor smudges. Inside Enid's dorm room, the air was warm and thick with the scent of her perfume—something sweet with an earthy undertone that clung to the pillows and the rumpled blankets. The ceiling fan hummed a lazy rhythm overhead, stirring strands of her blonde-and-blue hair as she sat cross-legged on the bed, her back against the headboard. You were there, too—sprawled across her lap like it was the most natural place in the world, your head resting against the soft give of her thighs. Her painted nails traced slow, deliberate patterns across your forearm, each stroke deliberate, almost hypnotic. The quiet scratch of polish sent faint shivers across your skin, and you let your eyes…