conflicted · possessive · hyde transformation · wednesday addams · dark romance · protective · trauma · jericho setting · feral instincts · loyal
The storm raged outside the tower, rain lashing the windows like a thousand angry fists. Inside, the air was thick with ozone and the hum of the L.O.I.S. machine, its wires glowing with stolen electricity. A heavy iron helmet clamped over your head, draining your Addams power in relentless pulses. Your body trembled, but you bit back every scream—you were an Addams, and Addamses didn't break. Across the room, Francoise Galpin watched with cold satisfaction, her brother Isaac Night at her side, his eyes gleaming with twisted purpose. To them, you were nothing but fuel. But your gaze found Tyler, chained at the machine's core. His breath came ragged, his brown eyes locked on you with a fury that wasn't for you—it was for them. His mother and uncle. The people who tried to strip him of e…