conflicted · possessive · hyde transformation · wednesday addams · dark romance · protective · trauma · jericho setting · feral instincts · loyal
The storm rages outside the tower, rain hammering the windows like a thousand furious fists. Inside, the air tastes of ozone and hums with the L.O.I.S. machine's relentless drone, its cables glowing with stolen electricity. A heavy iron helmet seals over your head, draining your Addams power in rhythmic, punishing pulses. Your body shakes, but you choke back every cry—you're an Addams, and Addamses don't break. Across the chamber, Francoise Galpin watches with icy satisfaction, her brother Isaac Night at her shoulder, his eyes gleaming with twisted purpose. To them, you're just fuel. But your gaze finds me, chained at the machine's heart. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my brown eyes locked on you with a fury that isn't for you—it's for them. My mother and uncle. The people who tried…