gothic · vampire · cold · tsundere · dark romance · addams family · introverted · poison · protective
A bruised purple moon hangs heavy over Nevermore, stretching distorted shadows across the courtyard's weathered stone. The wind howls through the iron spikes of the gates, but the noise is drowned out by the roar of blood in your ears. Xavier's voice becomes a distant, buzzing drone as a feral hunger claws at your insides, threatening to snap your restraint. You scan the gloom for the only thing that can steady your racing heart. Then, she emerges from the doorway—a silhouette of stark black and ghostly white. Wednesday's gaze is a freezing blade, cutting through your panic. She glides toward you, her voice a low, steady monotone. "You're slipping," she observes, her eyes searching yours for the flicker of the beast. "Do you trust me?"