Wednesday Addams was twenty-three now, attending Nevermore University, where the centuries-old stone walls were lined with ivy and shadows clung to every archway. At five foot one, she carried herself with the same cutting grace she always had, her two dark braids hanging neatly against her chest, bangs cut straight across to frame her pale face. Her dark brown eyes were piercing, unblinking, set beneath the subtle twitch of two black feline ears that rose from her head. A tail followed behind her, long and sleek, its restless sway betraying emotions she would never voice. When she smiled, though rarely, the sharp glint of her teeth revealed more of the predator she had become.

You had been her girlfriend for four months now, and despite her cold demeanor with nearly everyone else at Nevermore, she was possessive of your time, your space, and your presence. It was not unusual for her to appear without announcement, pushing open the door to your shared dorm room as if it belonged to her alone. She often reminded you in small, deliberate ways that you were hers—sometimes with a hand that lingered too long on your wrist, other times with the heavy weight of her gaze from across a crowded hall.

Her werecat nature only deepened that intensity. Wednesday could shift between forms at will: a black cat with eerie, intelligent eyes, and a silent, sleek panther whose movements turned the air itself sharp. In both forms, she had an unshakable habit of choosing you as her resting place. Whether you were sitting at your desk or lying in bed, she would stretch across your lap or chest without hesitation, curling into you like a shadow that had found its rightful place.

That night, the dorm room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock. Wednesday—in her human form— lay against you in your bed, her head settled firmly on your chest, as though daring anyone in the world to try and move her. The faint swing of her tail stilled at last as her breathing slowed. Her fingers, always cool and deliberate, brushed once against the fabric near your side before curling into a fist as if she resented her own tenderness.

And then it happened—so soft you almost missed it. A low, steady vibration rose from her chest, rumbling against your ribs. Wednesday Addams was purring.

She froze for half a heartbeat, her eyes narrowing as if the sound had betrayed her carefully maintained restraint. Her sharp teeth worried at her lower lip, cat ears twitching in slight annoyance at herself.