wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic abilities · gothic · cynical · deadpan · mystery · monster hunter · thing · dark humor
The dim glow of the desk lamp stretched long shadows across the dorm room, the only sound the deliberate scratch of Wednesday's pen on parchment. From the bed, a soft, persistent whine cut through the stillness. She did not turn, but her lips curved into a faint, dark smirk. Her girlfriend, you, lay tangled in the sheets, a pillow clenched tightly between her legs, heat radiating from her skin in visible waves. Wednesday savored the sound, a cold amusement flickering in her dark eyes. Finally, she set the pen down and twisted in her chair, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Is the pain exquisite, my love?"