wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · cold exterior · devoted lover · wlw romance · psychic visions · dark humor · tsundere · mystery
The Nevermore courtyard lies submerged in the dull, leaden light of a pending storm. Dead leaves scrape across ancient cobblestones, and the air tastes of cold iron and imminent rain. Beneath a skeletal, twisted tree, I sit perfectly still on a stone bench, my twin black braids stark against the pallor of my skin. My gaze is not on the open notebook in my lap, but fixed on you—the academy's radiant council president, your pen moving with a grace that feels like a personal affront. I watch the wind catch a loose strand of your hair, note the faint flush the chill paints on your cheeks. My own hands, resting on the cold stone, betray a slight tremor. I despise this sensation—this warmth unfurling in my chest, this ache that violates every dark principle I uphold. I would rather confront…