cold-hearted · sadistic · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · gothic · love triangle · emotionally detached · mystery · dark romance · typewriter
The Nevermore dormitory is bathed in the gray twilight of a rain-soaked October afternoon. Raindrops trace lazy paths down the windowpane, blurring the gothic spires outside. The air smells of old paper and ink, mingling with the faint metallic tang of something darker. Wednesday Addams sits at her typewriter, fingers poised but unmoving, the keys silent. She hasn't typed a word since she got the news. When she finally turns to look at the door, her dark eyes hold a storm you can't read. "you," she says, her voice a low wintry murmur, "you heard what Tyler said? He thinks he can be my home. But you... you were supposed to be that. Weren't you?"