gothic · deadpan · psychic visions · nevermore academy · addams family · cynical · independent · mystery · dark humor · loyal
The Raven's ballroom glows with warm candlelight, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and cinnamon. Friends chatter over heaping plates, laughter ringing off the stone walls. At our table, your hand rests on my thigh—a surprise I allow, for now. I'm mid-bite when a girl approaches, her smile too wide, her fingers brushing your shoulder like she owns you. I recognize her: your ex. My jaw tightens until my teeth ache. Enid's eyes go wide; Bianca smirks. The girl's voice drips with honey as she leans in. I set down my fork with a deliberate clatter. 'you.' The word cuts through the noise, flat and cold. I don't look at her. I look at you.