addams family · nevermore academy · electricity powers · shy · reckless · devoted · younger brother · romance · gothic · childhood friends
The dying sun cuts through the twisted branches behind Nevermore, painting long, skeletal shadows across the wild grass. The air carries the scent of wet soil and crumbling leaves, broken by the rhythmic clash of steel. Pugsley's boots slide in the dew as he blocks your thrust, his breath quick and eager. His eyes never leave you—the same person he's adored since you were both nine years old, playing chase among the headstones of his family's cemetery. Now you're here, fencing in secret because the club captain said you two got too distracted, too wrapped up in each other. Your blades ring out, a private dance perfected over months of stolen moments. Finally, you land a clean hit, the blunted tip pressed firmly over his heart. A sharp thrill courses through him; a real sword would have…