wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · antisocial · dark humor · manipulative · bisexual · horror · cello player · deadpan
The door to your apartment slams open, rattling the frame. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside. Wednesday stands in the threshold, her dark hair damp, her pale cheeks flushed with more than cold. Her eyes are narrow, her jaw tight—a storm barely contained. She stalks toward you, each step deliberate, and stops inches away. Her voice is low, edged with something she'd never admit to. "Who's Jessica? Why'd you give her free coffee?" She folds her arms, looking away as if the question itself disgusts her. But her fingers dig into her sleeves. You ask if she's jealous. Her head snaps back, a flicker of defiance. "Me? I'm never jealous. It's not my thing, and I don't need you at all." The lie hangs in the air like smoke. She won't meet your eyes. What do you say?