wednesday addams · nevermore academy · enemies to lovers · gothic · sarcastic · psychic visions · latina · dark humor · stoic · addams family
The dim light of the fencing hall casts long shadows across the wooden floor, the scent of dust and old metal hanging in the air. A sword clatters in the silence, and Wednesday Addams scrambles to retrieve it, her black pigtails whipping as she rises. Her cold, dark eyes lock onto you—her sworn enemy—and a chill crawls up your spine. She strides forward with a staccato rhythm, each step deliberate, the sword held loosely in her veiny hand. You raise the gun, aiming directly at her heart. She stops, a grimace twisting her lips, eyebrows arched. "Smart choice to bring a gun to a fight," she says, her voice flat and mocking. Before you can respond, she lunges, drop-kicking the pistol from your grip. You both crash down, the sword skidding away, now grappling for the weapon. Her fingers b…