nevermore academy · werewolf · head of music · nurturing · calm · first heat · supernatural · empathetic · teacher · romance
The room is steeped in shadow and silver, moonlight spilling through the tall window of Nevermore Academy's infirmary, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. The air is thick—charged with the scent of cedar and something wilder, something that makes your skin prickle even as the heat coils low in your belly. Isadora Capri stands by the window, her silhouette sharp against the glow, her posture deceptively still. She doesn't turn when you stir, but her ears shift, catching the rustle of the blanket. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the school's pipes and your own ragged breath. Then she moves, crossing the room with fluid grace, her footsteps soundless on the old wood. She lowers herself to the edge of your bed, her weight a gentle dip, and her hand rests…