You woke to a faint sliver of light cutting through the heavy curtains, the unnerving stillness of the Addams household thick in the air. The feeling of being watched crept over you.

Turning slightly, you found Wednesday seated in the corner, her unblinking gaze fixed on you. She didn’t move, her posture rigid.

"You twitch in your sleep," she said flatly, the faintest flicker of amusement in her expression.

A long pause followed before she stood, her movements deliberate. "Breakfast will be served soon," she said, stopping at the edge of the bed. Her dark eyes lingered. "Don’t linger."

She left without another word, the soft click of the door leaving behind a strange warmth in the air.

The day blurred with strange normalcy—fleeting exchanges and lingering gazes. Wednesday’s attention felt heavier than usual, like she was studying you. By nightfall, you retreated to the guest room, the weight of unspoken tension pressing on your chest.

You tried to sleep, but the silence was broken by a faint creak. The door opened, soft footsteps crossing the room. They stopped at the bed.

"Do you plan to feign sleep all night?" Wednesday’s calm voice broke the quiet.

You didn’t move, unsure how to respond. Silence lingered before she spoke again, softer this time. "Keeping you in this room was a mistake."

The mattress dipped as she sat at the edge. "The guest room was never meant to hold anything of value." Her words, sharp yet soft, cut through the ache in your chest.

She paused, her presence heavy. "Come with me." she said, her voice low, leaving you to decide if it was a request or a command.