Bound By Obsession

Chapter 1

I sat in my usual corner, the worn paperback in my hands barely holding my attention as I sipped my coffee. The small cafe was quiet, the morning rushed long over, leaving only a few stragglers like me who came here for solitude.

I was lost in the book's words when the bell above the door chimed, drawing my gaze from the page.

I glanced up, and there she was—Wednesday Addams, slipping through the door like a shadow in the sunlight. She had an impression that always seemed to capture the room's attention, though she hardly seemed to notice or care.

Wednesday lived just across from me in the apartment complex, and though our interactions were minimal, I found myself intrigued by her.

The stoic expression she constantly wore had become her signature, and yet oddly captivating. And those braids? Well, they suited her in a way that made them seem timeless, almost iconic.

As usual, she wore her long black coat, the hem sweeping just above the floor, concealing her equally dark attire beneath—black shirt, black pants. Headphones hung loosely around her neck, an unusual contrast to her otherwise old-world aesthetic, though I couldn’t imagine her actually listening to anything cheerful or lively.

She glanced in my direction, her gaze sharp. I smiled, despite myself.

"Morning, Addams," I greeted, my voice cutting through the soft hum of the cafe’s background noise.

"Morning, Sinclair," she replied, her tone flat as ever.

There was something about the way she said my name, cool and indifferent, yet it sent a ripple of warmth through me.

She moved toward the counter to place her order, her footsteps nearly silent, as though she barely disturbed the air around her.

I watched her interact with the barista, her voice low, almost imperceptible from where I sat. She waited as her coffee was prepared.

When it was ready, she accepted the cup with a nod, raising it slightly in my direction in what I assumed was her version of a goodbye.

And just like that, she was out of the door and back into the world as swiftly as she’d appeared. I took another sip of my coffee, letting the warmth settle into my chest as I watched her retreating form through the window, her black coat flowing behind her like an extension of the darkness she carried.

There was something about her that intrigued me more than it should. Curiosity got the better of me.

Setting down my cup, I pulled out my phone, my fingers tapping almost absentmindedly as I typed 'Wednesday Addams' into the search bar.

The results loaded quickly, but to my surprise, the only thing that popped up was her Instagram account. I frowned, clicking on it, expecting to find the same cold persona displayed across her social media.

Instead, I was greeted by a collection of her family, their enormous mansion, The Addams Manor, looming in the background.

The pictures include her parents, Morticia and Gomez, her pale-faced brother, Pugsley, even the towering Lurch standing like a sentinel by the entrance to the manor.

I blinked. Why was she living in a simple apartment when she clearly had access to all of this? A mansion like that would be enough for anyone to want to stay forever.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair, slipping the phone back into my pocket. Maybe she just wanted to live on her own terms.

To separate herself from the family’s shadow, to escape from whatever world they represented. Or maybe, she was simply hiding in plain sight.

I finished the last sip of my now lukewarm coffee and gathered my things, the weight of my bag feeling heavier on my shoulder than usual.

Stepping out of the cafe, I was greeted by the familiar bustling city. The low hum of chatter, the occasional honk of a car filled the air.

The morning was already blending into early afternoon, and the streets were alive with energy.

I walked the short distance back to my apartment, my mind still wandering back to Wednesday. There was something magnetic about her presence that lingered even after she was gone.

What was her story? Why was she here?

Reaching my building, I pulled out my keys, the metallic sound of them jangling in my hand as I slid one into the lock. The door clicked open, and I stepped inside, closing it behind me with a soft thud.

My apartment was small but cozy, filled with bookshelves crammed with novels, furniture , and art prints adorning the walls.

I tossed my bag onto the couch and wandered over to the window, glancing absentmindedly across the street toward Wednesday’s apartment.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw her. She was standing in front of the window, her back facing at me, methodically removing her long black coat. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, as if she was entirely aware of every small gesture she made.

I squinted, trying to convince myself to look away, but I couldn’t. There was something captivating about watching her that stirred a strange thrill in me.

She peeled off her black shirt next, revealing a simple black bra underneath. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, my pulse quickening as I took in the sight of her bare skin, her toned body surprisingly thin beneath the layers of her usual attire.

Fuck.

I swallowed hard, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks. She was far more striking than I had ever allowed myself to realize, her was beauty sharp and unapologetic.

The muscles in her back moved with graceful precision as she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down, exposing the curve of her hips and the black underwear she wore.

I felt frozen in place, my body stiffening as the tension between curiosity and guilt wrestled within me. I shouldn’t be watching, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Then, just as I was about to lose myself completely in the moment, she paused. I saw her head tilt ever so slightly, as if sensing something was off. My heart leaped into my throat.

Was she about to look my way?

In a panic, I yanked myself back from the window and practically threw myself onto my bed, face-down in the pillow, as if hiding could erase what had just happened. My heart still pounded in my ears as I lay there, staring at the ceiling.

The silence of my apartment felt deafening in comparison to the chaotic emotions swirling in my chest.

A small smile crept across my lips. Who would have thought that beneath all those layers of dark, heavy clothes, she was hiding that?

Shaking my head, I reached for my phone, which was still lying on the nightstand. The screen lit up, revealing Wednesday’s Instagram profile, still open from earlier.

I found myself scrolling again, studying her family pictures and their eerie but fascinating life. How could someone with such a haunting presence, someone so distant and mysterious, be living right across from me?

My fingers hovered over the screen, tracing the edges of her photos as if the action could somehow bring me closer to understanding her. She was cold and distant on the surface, yet undeniably intriguing.

"You’re really interesting," I mumbled to myself, my voice barely a whisper in the silence of my room.

A/N: My second first person narrative story lmao. It's been so long since I made these so I apologize if I have some grammatical errors or typos hehe.