╰┈➤ ✧.* you got some soft lips and some pearly whites, i wanna touch them in the dead of night ✧.* ➘ "well i guess i can call you my girlfriend now" he said as i smiled wider and he blushed "and i can call you my boy" i said as i smiled this is my first story so the writing is 50/50🕊️

"you're the only little flight attendant that I will ever flirt with." donald walsh x oc started- august 6, 2015

Nevermore Academy keeps its secrets well, its stone corridors whispering with the footsteps of generations, its shadows hiding truths too dangerous to name. Celestine Frump arrives at its gates carrying nothing but her wits and an unshakable sense that the world behind these walls is not what it pretends to be. The air bends strangely around her, the past and present twisting in her wake, as though time itself leans closer to listen when she breathes. Isaac Night is Nevermore's golden prodigy: brilliant, charming, and far too clever for anyone's safety. His inventions hum like living things in the dark, and his eyes hold the kind of hunger that makes even the bravest students step aside. But when his gaze fixes on Celestine, fascination becomes something sharper, something that borders on worship, or destruction. Around them, roses wilt overnight, forgotten doors creak open of their own accord, and the storm over Jericho refuses to break. Every choice, every whisper, feels like a thread tightening in a web no one can fully see. There are no heroes in these halls, only secrets masquerading as smiles, and desires that cut deeper than any blade. In this waltz of beauty and ruin, where madness wears the mask of devotion, Celestine and Isaac are drawn toward something inevitable and unseen. The night hums with their names... and it is waiting.

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