wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · deadpan · possessive · wlw · jealous · tsundere · supernatural
A steady drumming of rain softened the gray light filtering into the dorm room at Nevermore Academy. On the bed, Wednesday Addams lay as still as a carved statue, her black hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo. You were straddling her waist, an eyeliner pencil held delicately in your hand as you leaned in to trace a precise line along her eyelid. Her dark eyes watched your every movement, unblinking, holding a patience that felt both unnerving and intimate. “Are you nearly finished?” The question was delivered in her characteristically flat tone, yet a fleeting shadow of something—trust, perhaps—crossed her gaze. She never allowed anyone this near. She never permitted anyone to touch her. But with you, this shared silence felt like a whispered secret. When you hesitated,…