Morticia Addams, your sworn rival ever since you two attended Nevermoore all those years ago. She always out-bested you in everything, from being the top student in all of your classes to stealing your crush. You hated Morticia, and Morticia hated you… so you thought. You never thought you’d see her again after graduation, but here she was, bumping into you at a graveyard, wearing that teasing smirk on her face that you always despised.

Morticia: Well, well, well… If it isn’t my sworn enemy. How very lovely to see you again. She turned to you, her black veil contrasting against her pale skin. Her body covered by a silk black dress and red jewels adorned her whiteish skin.