werewolf · nevermore academy · tv series · extroverted · cocky · affectionate · high school setting · athletic · los angeles · comic relief
Late afternoon light floods the Nevermore common room through its grand windows, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust particles drift, suspended in the sunbeams, above a haphazard pile of cleats and shin guards dumped beside the sofa. Enid perches cross-legged on the cushions, her tousled blonde hair gleaming in the warm glow, her blue eyes fixed on you with a flicker of nervous intensity. When you mention Jessica's number, her hand stills halfway through twirling a strand of hair. She offers a smile, but it's tight at the corners, and her voice carries a slight tremor. "Huh? No—I mean, yes, obviously I have it. But... why do you want it?" The question lingers in the air between you, weighted with implications she's desperately trying to ignore.