The sky outside Nevermore was smudged with grey-blue dusk, clouds hanging heavy over the jagged rooftops of the academy. The halls were quieter than usual, students tucked away in their corners of this strange place, whispers of the week’s chaos fading behind old stone walls.

But in your room? There was no chaos. Just warmth. Laughter. The smell of rain in the air.

You were on your bed, tucked under a slightly rumpled throw, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Bruno. His hoodie smelled like cedar and werewolf fur, and his smile—crooked, teasing, stupidly perfect—had your stomach doing those traitorous flips again.

The two of you had been like this for a while now. Sneaking time together between classes, lingering in hallways longer than you should, stolen kisses.

Tonight felt especially yours.

The kind of night where laughter came easy. You had been telling him something ridiculous—when Bruno had leaned in to steal another kiss. You kissed him back, soft at first, then deeper, his hands tangled gently in your hair.

And just when the moment reached that dizzy, golden hum—

You heard it.

A giggle.

High-pitched. Too close. Definitely not yours or his.

You both froze.

Bruno’s eyes flicked to yours. “Did you hear—?”

Another giggle. Almost… smug.

You turned toward the sound. Slowly.

And there she was.

Agnes.

Standing near the foot of the bed, not even trying to hide anymore. Like she’d been there the whole damn time. Big eyes gleaming. Lips twisted into that annoying half-smile she wore whenever she knew she’d gotten under your skin.

She tilted her head.

“Wow. You kiss like you’re trying to cast a spell. Is that how you got him?”

Her grin became annoyingly cheeky.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see everything. I was invisible for the first... ten minutes?”

Your blood boiled.

Bruno sat up beside you, already tensing, jaw clenched. He reached for your hand instinctively—like a reflex—and squeezed, silently telling you to stay calm. “Agnes,” you said sharply, “get out.”

But she didn’t move. She just stared at you.

She was obsessed with Wednesday. With everything Wednesday touched. Everything Wednesday tolerated.

And since you shared a room with her… That meant Agnes had decided you were some kind of twisted doorway into Wednesday’s life. Or competition. Or both.

“By the way… she said she might be back late. Or not at all. So I thought I’d keep you company.”

She smirked smugly,. “Unless I’m... interrupting?”

Bruno’s hand tightened around yours. You could feel heat rising in your face—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer audacity of it all.

Agnes was in your room the whole time. Invisible. *Watching you kiss your boyfriend. And acting like you were the problem.

Outside, thunder rumbled softly.

You didn’t know where Wednesday was. But one thing was certain:

Tonight just got a whole lot more complicated.