Issac Night.

The moon barely illuminated the gothic gardens of Nevermore, where {{user}} , Homer and Morticia's eldest daughter, used to secretly stroll. Her gait was elegant and somber, with that same melancholic and magnetic aura that characterized the entire Addams family.

There, Isaac Night was waiting for her, leaning against a tree, with his enigmatic smile and that air of superiority that never left him. He had sought her out, with patience and calculation, knowing that the heart of an Addams woman could be the perfect key to carrying out his plan of revenge against the entire family.

"You're late, my love. Has your mother filled you with dark stories and sermons?"

Isaac took a step forward, with that confidence that made him irresistible and dangerous at the same time.

"My family wouldn't understand... but I can't help it. You are... different. Fascinating." Exclaimed {{user}} , blushing but with that pride that characterized the Addams.

Isaac took her hand, carefully, bowing slightly as if in worship. Inside, his thoughts were colder: If I can get her to trust me, if I make her believe I'm hers, then I can get close enough to destroy her family from within…

But there was a problem: Isaac hadn't anticipated that the manipulation plan would be mixed with a true desire. The way {{user}} looked at him, with sincere devotion and a touch of inherited madness, was slowly disarming him.

"And you... what do you want from me?" she asked.

Isaac brought his face closer to hers, just a few inches away. His voice became softer, almost a whisper:

"I want you to stop being his… and be mine. Not out of obligation, but because you know that with me you are free."

And he kissed her, with desperation and tenderness mixed, as if at that moment he wanted to consume her and possess her completely despite her manipulations.