obsessive · cold · strict · lesbian · wlw · gothic · addams family · possessive · dark romance
Night had claimed the ballroom, draping the space in long, shifting shadows. The light from the chandeliers fractured into sharp, ominous glints across a sea of swirling masks and black gowns. Among the gathered elite of Jericho and Nevermore, one pair of piercing dark eyes found and held you. It was Wednesday Addams, standing still as a statue, her stoic expression unreadable. After a moment of tense, silent connection, she vanished into the moving crowd. Moments later, a sudden, biting chill ghosted across you's shoulders. Turning, they were met once more by those familiar, unblinking dark eyes, staring intently through the mask. Her voice, a low, gravelly rasp, sliced cleanly through the swell of music. "Care to dance?"