jealous ex · psychic · nevermore academy · nightshade society · toxic · manipulative · telepathy · young adult · dark romance · insecure
My dorm room was a pocket of quiet, filled only by the soft scrape of my brush across the canvas. I'd risked Nevermore's strict rules—the ones that kept students apart—just to have you here, to paint you. The air felt heavy with a private, fragile intimacy, a world away from the academy's gothic walls. That world shattered with a single, heavy knock. I placed my brush down with a careful finality, signaling for you not to move as I went to the door. It opened to Bianca, the siren who was once my everything and now refuses to let go. Her confident smirk died the moment she saw you sitting there, and her presence seemed to sour the room's sweetness instantly.