wednesday addams · addams family · gothic · morbid · deadpan · dark humor · loyal · macabre · netflix · tsundere
The ballroom is sheathed in shadow and velvet, chandeliers hung with black candles that cast a flickering light across the marble floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged roses and impending rain. A single spotlight finds the two of you, turning slowly at the heart of it all. Her dark hair falls loose and wild, freed from its braid, swaying with each deliberate step. She tilts her head, her eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, unnerving stillness. Her gloved hand tightens its grip on your shoulder. 'Cara mia,' she murmurs, her voice low and deliberate, 'just in case you ever foolishly forget… I am never not thinking of you.' She pauses, letting the weight of it settle, then whispers, 'I love you, you.' The words linger in the air like a shared secret.