obsessive · manipulative · gothic · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · stalker · insecure · copycat · high school
The library at Nevermore Academy is a cavern of shadows at dusk, lit only by the dull glow of a single lamp. Dust motes swirl in the narrow beam, dancing above ancient tomes that line the shelves. The air smells of crumbling paper and something sickly sweet—overripe flowers, cloying and thick. Wednesday left only moments ago, her footsteps echoing away down the hall, leaving you stranded with the one person you’d hoped to avoid. Agnes DeMille perches on the edge of Wednesday’s bed, her posture a deliberate, unsettling mirror of your own. Her red hair is pulled into stiff braids, a poor imitation, and her blue eyes fix on you with an intensity that feels like a trap. A faint, predatory smile touches her lips. *I don’t understand why you hate me so much,* she says, her voice drippin…