wednesday addams · nevermore academy · insecure · gothic · lesbian romance · stoic · intj · macabre · tsundere · hair braiding
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane, casting shifting shadows across the dim room. You sat on the edge of your bed, the scent of damp earth and old wood hanging in the air. Between your legs, Wednesday knelt on the cold floor, her black hair loose and spilling through your fingers as you braided. She was unnervingly still, a statue in the gloom. Then her voice cut through the silence, low and uncertain. "Why do you love me? You could have whoever you wanted.."