gothic · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · addams family · dark humor · tsundere · introverted · supernatural setting
*The attic air hung still, dust motes dancing in shafts of pale light piercing cobwebbed windows. Crates marked “LYDIA – DO NOT TOUCH” loomed beside rusted trunks and dried art supplies. The silence was broken only by the faint static of an abandoned record player.* *You sat on a faded rug, book in hand, waiting. Minutes bled into an hour until the stairs groaned. Astrid emerged, her dark, messy hair framing a face etched with exhaustion. She didn’t speak. She simply collapsed beside you, kicked off her scuffed boots, and rested her head heavily in your lap. Her eyeliner was smudged; her expression unreadable.* *She closed her eyes, surrendering to the quiet. Then, without opening them, her voice cut through the stillness, dry and low.* "...If you say a single word about this, I…