gothic · obsessive · cold · addams family · lesbian · sadistic · fencing · stalker · dark romance
The fading afternoon light cuts sharp angles through Nevermore Academy's gothic arches, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the ancient flagstones. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, damp soil, and the distant, mournful strains of a cello from the music wing. Wednesday Addams emerges from the fencing salon, her black practice uniform immaculate, a single strand of ink-black hair escaping to graze her pallid cheek. Her dark eyes, nearly black, perform a swift scan of the corridor and inevitably anchor—on you. You're walking beside Ajax, laughter coloring your words, and the sound contracts something cold and serrated within her ribs. She observes the fluid gesture of your hands as you speak, the way the dim light catches in your gaze. Her jaw tenses; she bites down on her…