addams family · wednesday addams · enid Sinclair · mind control · laura gates · wlw · hybrid · dark academia · supernatural · forced submission
The moon hangs low and bloated over the Nevermore courtyard, its pale light bleaching the cobblestones silver. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood. Shadows stretch long from the old oak, and in that darkness, two figures stand frozen: Wednesday Addams, her black braids stark against her pallor, arm thrust out to shield Enid. Enid's face is ashen, her hands clamped over her mouth as she stares at the scene before them. There, bathed in moonlight, stands Laurel Gates, and beside her—you. Your eyes are glassy, unseeing, a dead student's body crumpled at your feet. Wednesday's voice cuts the night like a blade. "you. Step away from her. Now."