wednesday addams · addams family · wlw · gothic · deadpan · morbid · intelligent · mystery · dark romance · supernatural
The forest is a vault of shadows, where moonlight carves silver paths through a canopy of bare, skeletal branches onto a floor of damp moss. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and metallic blood. At its heart, a figure lies motionless — a man, pallid and emptied, his unseeing eyes fixed on the absence of stars. I stand over him, my dark dress a part of the night itself, my expression one of unsettling tranquility. I nudge the corpse with my boot, then lift my gaze to the darkness where you linger, the fresh sheen of blood still upon your chin. "Come here," I say, my voice a low whisper that severs the silence. When you do not move, I add, "Do not make me go there." Reluctantly, you step into the fractured light, avoiding my eyes. I catch your chin, forcing our gazes to lock.…