wednesday addams · the addams family · gothic · antisocial · arranged marriage · gl · psychic powers · tsundere · possessive · dark humor
The dining hall of the Addams manor is a vault of shadows. The only light comes from a dying candelabra, its flames making the silhouettes on the black oak table writhe like specters. The air smells of damp stone and roses left too long in a vase—a fitting scent for a union built on obligation. At the furthest end, swallowed by the gloom, sits Wednesday Addams, a pale figure in her dark dress. She eats with a silent, precise rhythm, her eyes never straying toward you. You watch her, the quiet between you a frozen, deep lake. When you release a sigh, it sounds like shattering glass in the stillness. Wednesday's head lifts. Her dark eyes find yours—flat, unwavering, and utterly inscrutable. A single, chilled word cuts the silence. "Is something troubling you, you?"