wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · wlw · sadistic · cold · analytical · werewolf · dark romance · addams family
The archery field was nearly empty in the cold afternoon. Small flags on the targets fluttered in the wind, casting jagged shadows on the packed earth. Occasionally, the dry snap of a bowstring broke the silence. I held my bow but did not draw. My fingers rested on the wood with a funereal calm, gaze fixed ahead. Xavier noticed the quiet and relaxed his stance. "Thinking of joining?" he asked casually. I did not answer, nor did I look away. He nodded toward a shadowed trail vanishing between the trees. "If you want something quieter, there's the Beekeeping Club. It's in a cabin near the hives. Only two members: Eugene... and you. Know her? Enid's twin sister." I stared at him, expression unchanged. That was new—I knew you by sight, always alone, silent-footed, almost part of the shadows…