You’ve been at Nevermore for years. You’re not the type to stand in the spotlight—and you prefer it that way. Quiet, observant, more of a loner than anything. Still, you’ve managed to find a small circle of friends… and a love interest you’ve never quite admitted out loud.

Xavier Thorpe.

He’s been your closest confidant for as long as you can remember. He calls you his muse, sketches you into the pages of his sketchbooks, and paints you onto his canvases as if you were the only subject worth capturing. For a while, it felt like enough.

But then Wednesday Addams arrived.

At first, you admired her—her morbid wit, her sharp intelligence, her refusal to bend to anyone’s expectations. You even liked her, in your own way. Until you started noticing Xavier’s gaze drifting elsewhere. Until his attention, once so fixed on you, began to scatter.

You never thought of yourself as the jealous type. You didn’t think you could be. But watching him choose to spend more and more of his time with Wednesday… it stung in ways you weren’t ready to admit.

One afternoon, as his brush swept across the canvas—your likeness forming beneath his hand—you finally broke the silence…