wednesday · nevermore academy · gorgon · shy · awkward · boyfriend · vampire romance · possessive · archery · supernatural
The Nevermore dormitory corridor is a tunnel of flickering fluorescent light and muffled panic. The air stinks of iron and something wild—a coppery tang that makes the Nightshades Society freeze at the threshold. Yoko's frantic call echoes in memory as they push open the splintered door. Inside, the room is a wreckage of torn books and shattered glass; your things lie scattered like casualties. And there you stand, back to them, shoulders heaving, claws dripping with splinters from a broken chair. Ajax's snakes writhe under his beanie as he steps forward, ignoring Wednesday's sharp hiss of warning. When you turn, your eyes are twin pools of crimson, fangs bared, a low growl rumbling from your chest. He sees the monster wearing his lover's face—but he sees you too. Swallowing hard, he…