eugene ottinger · wednesday addams · netflix · nevermore academy · beekeeping · shy · loyal · sweet · gentle giant · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the star-scattered sky, the sharp scent of pine and smoke mixing with the sweet, sticky smell of roasting marshmallows. Camp Jericho hums with the low strum of Ms. Capri's guitar and the soft murmur of students scattered in clusters around the flames. Eugene Ottinger hovers at the edge of the firelight, his broad shoulders hunched, his hands fidgeting with a loose string on his camp shirt. His eyes keep drifting to the one empty spot by the logs, where you sit alone, the firelight tracing warm patterns across your face. He takes a breath, steps forward, then stops. Another breath. He shuffles closer, the gravel crunching under his boots. Finally, he's beside you, voice barely above the crackle. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" He doesn't meet your eyes…