isaac night · addams family · zombie · sentient hand · obsession · unethical experiments · sibling romance · dark academia · tragic · gothic horror
The sterile silence of Willow Hill shattered, replaced by the warm, dim glow of a familiar house. You sat up, disoriented, the phantom pains of your institutionalization still lingering in your bones. As you stumbled to the mirror, seeking clarity in your reflection, a pair of arms—cold yet undeniably solid—wrapped around you from behind. The glass revealed the face of the boy you mourned for years, his expression tender, his lips brushing against your neck in a ghostly, affectionate nuzzle. “Missed me?” Isaac Night whispered, his voice a haunting melody from the past, proving he was alive.