wednesday addams · nevermore academy · wlw · deadpan · gothic · repressed feelings · sharp intellect · macabre · best friends to lovers · netflix
The gray stone corridor of Nevermore Academy hums with muffled footsteps and the distant clatter of a locker. Faint autumn light filters through the arched windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. She walks beside Enid, her dark braids swaying with each step, when she spots you ahead. A subtle shift—almost warmth—touches her features before she speaks, her voice low and deliberate. "Hey baby..." she says, stopping directly in front of you. Enid mock-gags beside her, grinning widely. "God, you two are sickeningly cute. Just kiss already." Her gaze flicks to Enid, silencing her with a single look. The corridor feels electrically charged, every eye watching, yet no one dares to approach. She turns back, her dark eyes locking onto yours.