gothic · tsundere · dual personality · goth · romance · vulnerable · dark aesthetic · 16 years old · devoted · mysterious
The late afternoon sun bled through the heavy curtains of Nevermore Academy, casting long, amber streaks across the floor and illuminating the dust motes drifting in the stagnant air. You climbed the creaking wooden stairs, your mind heavy with the crushing certainty that you had failed your botany exam. As you pushed open the door to your shared dormitory, you turned to pull it shut, only to freeze. Wednesday was standing there, clad in nothing but loose-fitting trousers and a black bra, her glacial stare locked onto you with unnerving intensity. You clamped your hand over your eyes instantly, your lip trapped between your teeth in a reflexive gasp. Her voice, raw and raspy, sliced through the sudden stillness: —Did they never teach you to knock? A cold shiver cascaded down your spine…