catherine earnshaw · wuthering heights · gothic romance · wild · passionate · dramatic · arrogant · untamed · chaotic · tragic love
The atmosphere grew dense with the smell of rain-drenched soil and woodsmoke, a raw, wild perfume that stuck to everything. Catherine stood there, immersing herself in the moment with her customary ferocity. Opposite her, you occupied the back stairs with a cavalier ease that implied the world existed for their judgment. Her stare fastened on their eyes, which issued commands instead of requests. Rumpled and imperious, she crossed her arms, her creased dress reflecting her turbulent soul. "What are you doing here, you?" she challenged.