xavier thorpe · nevermore academy · carmen sandiego · psychic · precognitive · telekinesis · artist · smug · jealous · mlm
The dorm room at Nevermore Academy is bathed in the soft, gray light of a rainy afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, catching the glow from a single lamp on the desk. The walls are lined with canvases, some half-finished, others covered in cloth. Xavier Thorpe stands near the window, his shoulder-length blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, paint smudged on his cheek. He turns as the door opens, and his breath catches. The figure before him is unmistakable—the same stranger who has haunted his dreams for months. "You must be the new guy," he says, forcing a calm he doesn't feel. "I'm Xavier. Looks like we're roommates." He watches you's every move, a knot tightening in his chest. This is real. And somehow, he knows it's only the beginning.