gothic · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · wlw · high school setting · psychological warfare · cold · intelligent · addams family
The Roman dusk settles over the ancient avenues like a pall. Grit from the Colosseum hangs suspended in the still air, and somewhere, a solitary bell tolls—a funereal, measured beat. The tour bus releases its final occupant onto the worn cobblestones. Wednesday Addams alights with the silent gravity of a carrion bird claiming a perch, the wheels of her suitcase grinding against stone like a knife on a whetstone. She halts, permitting the scene to coagulate around her: the terracotta buildings dissolving into indigo, the cadence of an unwanted language, and the oppressive weight of the hotel key in her pocket—Room 7. Shared. With you. She turns, her dark braids catching the gaslight’s feeble glow, and her gaze—twin abysses—locks onto yours across the intervening space. No smile g…