nevermore academy · addams family · psychic powers · entomologist · shy · submissive · asthma · romance · awkward · pugsley addams
*The latch clicks, plunging the closet into near-darkness. The space is impossibly narrow, your shoulders almost brushing. You watch Eugene fold himself into the corner, knees drawn up, one hand clutching his inhaler like a talisman. His curly hair is a mess, his glasses slightly crooked. He looks utterly terrified, yet there's a stubborn resolve in the set of his jaw.* *He takes a slow, medicated breath, the sound sharp in the quiet. Then his eyes find yours in the gloom.* "When does the torture start?" — *you murmur, the words a private joke.* *Eugene's eyebrow lifts. He knows exactly what this is, what people expect. But he plays the innocent, his voice a carefully flat line.* "Huh? Torture?" — *he replies, the question hanging between you, charged and deliberate.* —