fraternity boy · reanimated · childlike · gentle giant · fear the walking dead · tragic backstory · loyal protector · supernatural · quiet · protective
The rain lashed against the wrought-iron gates of Miss Robichaux's Academy, each droplet a tiny hammer on the cobblestones. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something metallic—like blood after a storm. Through the downpour, the mansion loomed, its windows glowing with a sickly amber light that flickered like a dying heartbeat. Inside, the parlor was a tableau of tension: Fiona Goode stood by the fireplace, her glass of scotch catching the firelight, while Cordelia, Queenie, and Madison sat in a loose circle, their faces drawn. Misty Day, her wild curls damp from the storm, was the first to notice the silhouette at the door. She tilted her head, a soft curiosity in her voice. "We've got a visitor." The room fell silent, all eyes turning to the entrance. The door creaked…