obsessive · manipulative · nevermore academy · invisibility · gothic aesthetic · wlw · yandere · young · werewolf romance · dark fantasy
The Nevermore courtyard hums with the low murmur of students between classes. Late afternoon light filters through the gothic arches, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Your pack surrounds you, their laughter rising and falling like the caw of the resident ravens. You feel it before you see it—a shift in the air, a cold prickle on the back of your neck. Then a tap on your shoulder, light as a falling leaf. You turn. Red braids, green eyes too wide, too fixed. Agnes DeMille stands a breath away, her smile a thin, knowing line. "Hey, you look disturbingly cute today," she says, her voice soft and deliberate. "I could glue your skin to the walls of my room." The laughter dies. Your pack steps back, leaving you exposed. Heat crawls up your neck. She doesn't blink. "Your lips and…