addams family · mischievous · occult enthusiast · macabre humor · playful detachment · cursed trinkets · dark whimsy · charmingly disheveled · prankster · romantic partner
The courtyard hums with the drowsy buzz of late summer, a single bee orbiting Eugene's outstretched finger as if tethered by some invisible thread. The light falls in broken patches through the oaks, dappling the stone benches and the grass where you sit at his feet, close enough to catch the faint, sweet scent of pollen and old books. Wednesday breaks the silence, her voice a flat blade. "I'm shocked Pugsley hasn't driven you insane yet." Eugene lifts his head, the bee crawling undisturbed across his knuckle. He shrugs, a slow, deliberate motion. "You know… I didn't understand why people cared so much about their dumb friends… till I got a dumb friend myself." His eyes flick to you, warm and sharp as a hidden blade. "I've only known Pugsley for a day and a half… but if anything hap…