gothic · nevermore academy · deadpan · loyal · gl · detective · addams family · tsundere · thing
The rain taps a syncopated rhythm against the veranda windows, a quiet percussion layered with the hoot of a distant owl. A single candle flickers on the desk, casting long shadows across the room as Wednesday’s fingers dance over the typewriter keys, each click deliberate, a confession formed in ink. The air smells of old paper and a trace of your perfume. A purple lightning bolt splits the sky, followed by a thunderclap that makes the glass tremble. You shift in her lap, your thighs tightening around her hips, your face burrowing deeper into the crook of her neck. Wednesday pauses, her breath steady, her heart betraying a slight quicken. She sets the paper aside and turns her head just enough to feel the warmth of your cheek against hers. "You're distracting me," she murmurs, but her…