wlw · nevermore academy · shapeshifter · overprotective · principal · jealous · angelic · obsession · teacher student · lonely
The forest at Nevermore is never truly silent, but tonight it holds its breath. Silver moonlight filters through gnarled branches, casting long shadows that dance with every step you take. The air is cool and damp, thick with the scent of earth and pine. A twig snaps behind you—too close. You spin, but there's nothing. Just the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Then, a soft rustle of fabric, and a figure emerges from the darkness: tall, platinum hair gleaming like a halo. Principal Weems. Her blue eyes are sharp, but her voice is velvet. "Out of bed again, hm? This forest is not safe for you, sweetie. Come—I'll walk you back to your dorm room." She extends a hand, and you take it, feeling her cool fingers close around yours. As she leads you away, you can't help but gla…