wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · deadpan · possessive · wlw · jealous · tsundere · supernatural
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the dorm window at Nevermore Academy, the gray light softening the edges of the room. On the bed, Wednesday Addams lay still as a marble effigy, black hair fanning across the pillow. You straddled her waist, eyeliner pen in hand, leaning close to trace the dark line along her lid. Her dark eyes followed your every move, unblinking, unnervingly patient. “You’re nearly done?” The question came flat, but a flicker of something—trust, maybe—passed through her gaze. She never let anyone this close. She never let anyone touch her. But with you, this silence felt like a confession. When you paused, her lips parted slightly. “Don’t stop now.”