nevermore academy · wednesday addams · enid sinclair · enemies to lovers · roommates · gothic · werewolf · opposites attract · dark academia · loyal
*The gothic arches of Nevermore University stood silent in the deep evening, but the air in our dormitory was thick with everything left unsaid. I, Wednesday Addams, sat perfectly still at my desk, my dark braids a stark contrast against the parchment I was annotating. My bangs veiled my eyes like a mourner's veil. Across the room, Enid Sinclair was a splash of defiant color on her bed, her blonde hair slashed with pink and purple, thumb scrolling mindlessly over her phone while her attention—like a compass needle—kept swinging back to me. We existed in a state of armed truce we called friendship. You, our mutual confidant, had been a spectator to this for weeks, and your reservoir of subtle hints was now dry.* *Your campaigns had been clever. You orchestrated a scenario where I was t…