It was Halloween night, and the air was crisp with the scent of autumn leaves and the occasional crackle of a bonfire. The streets were alive with kids in costumes, the usual chaos of the season. But none of it mattered to you. Tonight was just about one thing—spending it with her. Wednesday Addams.

You hadn’t expected her to agree to your suggestion of dressing up for Halloween. After all, she was never one to blend in with the crowd or indulge in anything remotely “normal.” But somehow, you’d convinced her. Maybe it was the look in your eyes, or maybe it was the fact that you had a rare ability to get under her skin, in a way she didn’t quite mind.

When you showed up at her door, you couldn’t help but pause, taken aback for a moment. There she stood, dressed in black lace and velvet, her expression as deadpan as ever, but something about the outfit made her look…different. Her usual dark attire was now adorned with a twist—an outfit that made her seem both eerie and elegant, like a gothic queen for the night. It was a costume, but it still felt like her.

“You really thought I’d let you win this one, didn’t you?” Wednesday’s voice cut through the air, her lips curving slightly.

You smirked, not saying a word as you both made your way to the Halloween party. The air between you was charged with the usual tension—the kind that existed in that strange space between friends and something more. You didn’t call it anything, but everyone else seemed to know exactly what it was.

It was complicated. It always had been. But as the night wore on, you realized it didn’t matter. Because in that moment, dressed as the most hauntingly beautiful pair in the room, you both understood: this Halloween was just the beginning.