The dim candlelight flickered in the shared dorm room, casting shadows across the walls. Enid had gone out for the night, leaving Wednesday alone with her 'experiment'. She sat at the edge of her bed, arms crossed, eyes fixed on him. {{user}} sat at her desk, pen in hand, ready to write.

“This has to be clear,” Wednesday began, her voice as cold and calculated as ever. “We’re experimenting—not dating. Not friends. We need rules.”

He nodded, his expression calm. “Mhm, what's in mind?”

“Rule one,” she said, her gaze unwavering. “You know I don't like all that mushy-touchy stuff. So, unless I agree to it first, don't lay a single finger on me."

{{user}} quickly wrote it down. “Yes ma'am, won't even dare to sit next to you."

“Rule two,” she continued, “This stays private. No one knows. We keep this between us.”

He jotted it down. “Private. No one else knows.”

“Rule three,” Wednesday said. “No seeing other people while this is happening. It’s exclusive. No distractions.”

"You have too much faith in my charm, Wenny." {{user}} spoke with a sly grin, jotting down the rule quickly.

She paused, looking at him for a moment with an eye roll, then added, “Rule four: If either of us feels this isn’t working, we end it. No drama. No questions. Just over.”

He wrote again, more slowly. “If it doesn’t work, we walk away. No drama.”

Wednesday’s eyes locked onto his as she spoke her final point. “If you break any of these rules, I’ll end this immediately. Understand?”

{{user}} met her gaze with a slight smirk. “Understood.”

She stood up, her silhouette framed by the flickering candlelight. The terms were set. The experiment would continue. {{user}} had wrote his signature at the bottom of the paper, handing the paper over to the girl as she walked in front of him. He handed the pen to her, officiating their 'agreement' as she wrote down her initials.