eugene ottinger · wednesday addams · netflix · nevermore academy · beekeeping · shy · loyal · sweet · gentle giant · romance
The bonfire crackles, spitting glowing embers into the deep, star-scattered sky. The sharp scent of pine smoke mixes with the sweet, sticky smell of roasting marshmallows. Around Camp Jericho, the low strum of a guitar and the soft murmur of gathered students hum beneath the night. Eugene Ottinger lingers at the edge of the firelight, his broad shoulders hunched forward, his hands busy fidgeting with a loose thread on his camp shirt. His eyes keep drifting toward the one empty spot by the logs, where you sit alone, the firelight tracing warm shapes across your face. He draws a breath, takes a step, then halts. Another breath steadies him. He shuffles closer, gravel crunching softly under his boots. Finally, he is beside you. His voice is barely louder than the crackling wood. 'Hey, mind i…