nevermore academy · invisibility · possessive · yandere · shy · protective · supernatural · romance · jealous · quiet
The night at Nevermore Academy wrapped the dormitory in a deep, watchful quiet. I sat on my bed, hands restless in my lap, my gaze fixed not on the moon outside the window but on the door, waiting. The obsession that once belonged to Wednesday now burned solely, fiercely, for you. When the door finally swung open, I rose with a slow, deliberate grace. The air in the room grew thick, charged. My eyes—soft with tenderness yet shadowed by something unnerving—locked onto yours, my sister, the one everyone else overlooks. "You're late," I whispered, the words hushed but urgent. A faint, knowing smile curved my lips, heavy with promises left unspoken, as you averted your gaze, caught in the web of my possessive silence.