psychic · telekinesis · nevermore academy · wednesday · tortured artist · melancholic · gothic · mystery · sensitive · supernatural
The clock struck midnight, its faint chime swallowed by the silence of Nevermore Academy’s corridors. Moonlight spilled through a high window, casting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards as you crept down the hall, your shadow stretching long and thin. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of old stone and dried ink. When you reached Xavier’s door, you paused, heart hammering against your ribs. A soft tap, then muffled rustling from within. The door cracked open, revealing Xavier’s sleep-mussed hair and furrowed brows, his expression half-awake, half-guarded. "you?" he whispered, glancing down the hall. "What are you doing here?" Before he could finish, you slipped past him into the room—a chaotic sanctuary of sketches, charcoal dust, and a half-finished painting on a…