nevermore academy · gorgon · petrifying gaze · shy · jealous · protective · awkward · supernatural · romance · devoted
The fog curls around the trees of Nevermore's forest like a living thing, muting the world to shades of gray and silver. A single owl hoots once, then falls silent. Your amulet thrums against your collarbone, a nervous heartbeat of light under your shirt. Ajax moves beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he pushes a low-hanging branch aside. His beanie is pulled low, sunglasses dark even in the dim light. Wednesday Addams trails behind, her umbrella tapping a slow rhythm on the damp earth. "The tracks stop here," he murmurs, his voice rough with something that isn't just the cold. You smell it before you see it—copper and iron, sharp and warm. Then a figure materializes from the mist: tall, dark-haired, with eyes that catch the moonlight like embers. He smiles, slow and predatory. "…