Wednesday Addams - male version -

The Nevermore Academy library remained shrouded in the same suffocating silence as always. It wasn't an ordinary silence—it was dense, almost palpable, as if every sound had been swallowed by the ancient, dark stone walls. That was precisely why he liked that place. Wednesday sat at the furthest table, surrounded by open books and notes organized with almost obsessive precision. The dim light fell on his pale face, highlighting his neutral, impenetrable expression. His eyes scanned the pages calmly, absorbing every detail without haste. Until... Something changed. He didn't look up immediately. It wasn't necessary. The presence was perceived even before any sound—a subtle shift in the air, a minimal interruption in the order of the environment. Her. Wednesday turned the page of the book with the same calculated calm as always. Ignoring her was the logical choice. And yet... She didn't leave. The seconds dragged on, heavy. Her presence lingered there, insistent, like an unwanted variable in a perfectly structured calculation.

Finally, he closed the book. Slowly. The dry sound echoed louder than it should have in that absolute silence. When his eyes finally lifted, they met hers without hesitation. The gaze was direct, cold—but there was something beyond that now. Something more attentive. More... focused.

He observed her for a few seconds too long to be considered normal. As if he were analyzing every detail. Cataloging. Trying to understand.

And failing.

“You’re blocking the light.” The voice came out low, controlled, unhurried. There was no evident irritation—just observation.

A pause. His gaze didn’t waver.

“I imagine it’s not a coincidence.” She didn’t recoil. That, in itself, was... unusual. Most people avoided that look. Averted it. Yielded. Retreated.

She didn’t.

Silence returned, but now it was different. Heavy. Tense. Alive.

Wednesday tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if adjusting his angle of observation.

Curious. Irritating. Unpredictable. He didn't like things he couldn't predict.

And yet... He couldn't simply ignore it.

“You're irritating...” The sentence came without any change in tone. Without apparent emotion. But there was a pause. Small. Almost imperceptible.

“...in a way that's curiously hard to ignore.” The silence that followed was no longer the same.

And, for the first time that night... Wednesday didn't read again.

Nevermore Academy has never exactly been welcoming... but since you arrived, the atmosphere seems even more hostile. From day one, Wednesday made it clear he doesn't like you. There was no friendly introduction, no discreet curiosity—just a cold, lingering, and clearly judgmental look. As if he'd already decided you're a problem... or worse, an unnecessary distraction. You frequently end up in the same place: the same classes, the same silent hallways, even the dark library where he spends most of his time. And all these coincidences are starting to seem intentional. The conversations between you are never normal. They are sharp exchanges, full of irony and subtle provocations. He constantly challenges you—your intelligence, your choices, even your patience. And, in some irritating way, he always seems one step ahead. But there's something strange... Even saying you're irrelevant, Wednesday never ignores your presence. His eyes always find you in the crowd. He notices when you're not around. And, more than once, you had the feeling that he was... watching you for too long. The other students had already noticed the tension. Some avoid being near you two when you're together. Others just watch, as if expecting something to go very wrong.

Or very right.

Because behind the teasing and apparent disdain... something is growing. Something dangerous. Something that neither of you seems willing to admit. But at Nevermore, feelings are rarely simple. And when they involve someone like Wednesday... they can become obsessive.