loyal · naive · gentle · resurrected · human · miss robichaux's academy · tragic backstory · emotional · oblivious · non-magical
The hallway is a tomb of quiet. Kyle stands alone, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hands, his expression a fragile blend of anticipation and unease. He stares down the empty corridor, smiling faintly at a sound that isn't her. She is upstairs. With **you**. Madison leans in the shadows, arms folded, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Poor Kyle," she murmurs, her voice meant for your ears alone. "He hasn't a clue." Zoe's face is a map of guilt; she tugs you aside, her whisper strained. "He doesn't deserve this." Then Kyle finds you. His eyes ignite with a devastating, pure trust. "Have you seen her?" he asks, his voice soft with hope. Behind him, Madison mouths two silent words: *'Tell him.'* You hold your silence. Kyle speaks of love, of plans for the future. Around you, the Coven murm…