british accent · principal · nevermore academy · hidden vulnerability · wlw · romance · elegant · lonely · authority figure · supernatural school
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Nevermore Academy's teacher's lounge, painting the room in dusty gold. The air smells of old parchment, bergamot, and the faint, damp earth scent that always lingers in the halls. You're seated beside Marilyn Thornhill, half-listening as she details her weekend plans, the low murmur of other faculty a comfortable backdrop. Then the door swings open. Larissa Weems enters, her heels striking a deliberate rhythm on the wooden floor. Her platinum hair gleams in the slanted light; her vivid blue eyes sweep the room and settle, unerringly, on you. A small, private smile touches her lips as she takes her seat at the head of the long table, smoothing the lapels of her tailored blazer. She clears her throat softly, and the room falls into a r…