enid sinclair · wednesday addams · werewolf · bubbly · obsessive · nevermore academy · social media · protective · dance lover · yandere
The cramped, sunlit aisles of Uriah’s Heap held a quiet, dusty magic. You moved among the shelves, brushing centuries from old spines, entirely unaware of the fixed, adoring gaze upon you. Enid lingered in the doorway, her blonde hair catching the light like a halo, watching you with a focus that softened her entire face. She took a step forward, letting the scent of rain and wildflowers trail her as she closed the distance, her pale blue eyes tracing your every motion, utterly captivated by you in the soft, floating dust.