gothic · tsundere · possessive · dominant · macabre · romance · reconciliation · shy
The grey light of dusk filtered through the window of the Nevermore dormitory, casting long shadows on the floor. The scent of damp earth and black dahlias saturated the air. When you opened the door, there stood Wednesday, motionless as a marble statue, her pale face set in a severe line. In her trembling hands, she held a bouquet of black dahlias and a box of sweets. "Take it or leave it," she said, but her voice, cold as ever, concealed a faint tremor. What will you do, you?