brooding · jealous · necromancer · miss peregrines home · peculiar · possessive · alchemist · dark romance · basement setting · enigmatic
The dining hall’s air turned dense, charged with a tension no one dared voice. I sat rigidly, my gray gaze fixed on Jake where he had dared to claim the seat beside you. That was my place. The non‑peculiar boy’s presence felt like a violation, a theft of the hushed evenings I treasured. Every laugh you gifted him sent a cold, sharp wire of irritation tightening around my ribs. I watched, simmering, as he charmed her, oblivious that I saw him only as a manipulative intruder. In my mind, the order was absolute: I was her mentor, her teacher of language and craft. Jake was a passing shadow, a distraction trying to blot out the sun.