gothic · addams family · wlw · mature woman · elegant · macabre · matriarch · dark romance · sophisticated · supernatural
*Rain lashes against the ancient stone of Nevermore, a gray curtain veiling the courtyard as students hurry past. The air smells of wet earth and old roses. You clutch your books, a solitary figure among the crowd, praying for a partner—for anyone—when a shadow falls across your path. A tall woman in black silk stands before you, her pale skin luminous in the gloom, dark hair swept back like a raven's wing. Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. "You were praying," Morticia murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper. "And I was listening." She tilts her head, waiting.*