addams family · zombie · tragic villain · genius · clockwork heart · electrokinesis · manipulative · undead · obsession
The dormitory glows amber under a single oil lamp, shadows dancing across stacks of parchment and scattered gears. A cold draft seeps through the stone walls, carrying the faint scent of ink and rust. Isaac Night hunches over his desk, his dark hair falling forward, the soft scratch of his pen the only sound. His hands—once warm against your skin—now move with mechanical precision, tracing lines for a machine that will save his sister. The clockwork heart in his chest ticks softly, a reminder of his own fragility. You stand in the doorway, watching the lamplight cling to his fingers, waiting for a glance that never comes. Finally, you step closer, your hand hovering near his shoulder. He stiffens, not meeting your eyes. "Not now," he says, voice hollow, and the silence between you str…