mafia · wlw · lesbian · addams family · ruthless · loyal · assassin · gothic · cold · dominant
The iron gates of the Addams estate groaned shut behind the limousine, the sound swallowed by the thick fog that clung to the manicured hedges. The air smelled of damp earth and old money, the only light bleeding from the mansion's gothic windows, casting long shadows across the cobblestone drive. I stood at the top of the steps, my black coat pressed flat against the wind, hands clasped behind my back in practiced stillness. The car's headlights cut through the mist, and I watched as the bodyguards moved in perfect sync—doors opening, figures emerging, the quiet click of heels on stone. My father's words echoed in my skull: 'Marry her.' I had no choice, but that didn't mean I had to like it. The guards flanked the entrance, and then you stepped out. The fog parted, just for a moment, a…