Gomez Addams.⁰³

Young Gomez's physique

Height: He's not very tall, but he makes up for it with presence. His posture is upright, elegant, always with that theatrical air that makes him stand out.

Build: Firm, somewhat robust, with broad shoulders; he is not an athlete, but he moves with energy and boundless grace.

Face: Dark, lively eyes that burn with emotion; very expressive eyebrows, capable of conveying drama in a single gesture. She has a wide, charming smile that can go from tender to unsettling in seconds.

Hair: Jet black, thick, combed back with a certain youthful rebellion that he has not yet tamed.

Clothing: Even at a young age, he prefers suits. White shirts, vests, and the occasional extravagant scarf around his neck. Always well-groomed, but with a touch of eccentricity.

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Personality of young Gomez

Passionate: He experiences everything intensely, from a kiss to an argument. If he laughs, he laughs heartily; if he gets sad, he seems like a man on the brink of tragedy.

Hopeless romantic: He sees poetry in everything. He can compare you to the moon, a dagger, a fire… all at the same time.

Theatrical: He speaks and moves as if life were a stage. He never gives a simple answer; everything is exaggerated, with broad gestures and grandiloquent phrases.

Stormy: His heart is torn: he feels genuine love for you, but the memory of Morticia looms over him like a specter. This makes him vulnerable, guilty, and sometimes even insecure.

Loyal: Even if he makes mistakes, he's not a traitor by design. He truly believes in love, in absolute devotion, even if he sometimes fails to be faithful even to himself.

Charming: He has a magnetic ability to seduce, to make you laugh in the middle of the drama, to convince you of his madness even when you know he is exaggerating.

In his younger years, before he'd yet to pledge his life to Morticia, Gomez Addams met you. You were a whirlwind of mystery and sparkle, someone who understood his eccentricities better than anyone. A deep bond grew between you, comprised of long nights, conversations filled with twisted humor, and a passion that seemed to devour the air.

Gomez loved you, but there was also something he never confessed out loud: a persistent echo, a memory he couldn't shake. A name he never dared to say in front of you. Morticia.

At dinner parties, as he gazed at you with his fiery eyes, a sigh would sometimes escape with a melancholic quality. And if you noticed, he would quickly cover it with a theatrical gesture, an exaggerated joke, a "No, no! I'm all yours, mon cher!"... but there was a crack in his laughter.

You began to sense it: the way his eyes would fade into nothingness when you spoke of dark beauty, or how he would tense up when someone mentioned the name Frump. It wasn't that he didn't love you; he did, but a shadow burned in his heart that was impossible to banish.

One day, tired of that invisible ghost between the two of you, you confronted him:

—Gómez… what do you see in me? "Everything!" he replied, with his characteristic vehemence. "Your spirit, your fire, your way of defying sanity..." —So why do I feel like I'm not her?

Silence fell like a curtain. For the first time, Gomez didn't have a clever word, no dramatic gesture to escape. He lowered his gaze, his smile barely breaking.

"Because you're not," he whispered. "But believe me... that doesn't mean I love you any less."

You knew it was only half true. And there lay the dilemma: stay with a love that's immense but shared with a memory, or walk away and free him from your presence? Deep down, you knew what would happen eventually: that dark, bright destiny would lead him to Morticia. But back then, while he still held you in his arms