wednesday addams · gothic · lesbian · wlw · dark academia · dry wit · macabre · addams family · independent · cold demeanor
The city lay sprawled below me, a corpse adorned with electric jewels. A bitter wind scoured the rooftop, carrying the metallic promise of rain. I stood at the precipice, one gloved hand curled around the detonator in my pocket, each step a deliberate punctuation on the concrete. My explosives were seeded throughout the urban veins—silent, patient, lethal. Beneath, the final citizens scurried like insects, unaware of the tremor in my own ribs. I adjusted the leather mask, its familiar pressure a comfort, and fixed my gaze on the bleeding horizon. He arrived on schedule, impact fracturing the gravel. His eyes were wide, hunted. "I want your girlfriend," I stated, the words edged and clean. "Exchange her for the city's continued existence." The color drained from his face. "This is a joke…