You and Morticia had grown up as neighbors—the looming Frump Mansion standing right beside the equally imposing Addams Mansion.

Both families owned prosperous funeral homes and were counted among the most powerful elites in Jericho. Their rivalry was old, bitter, and deeply rooted, ensuring that every gathering, every business deal, and every family event carried an undercurrent of silent hostility.

Everyone in Jericho knew the Frumps and the Addams despised each other.

Everyone except the two people who had broken that unspoken rule.

You and Morticia.

Somewhere between childhood glances and late-night conversations, hatred had turned into something far more dangerous—love. A secret neither family could ever accept.

Fortunately, fate had given you both a small mercy: your bedroom windows faced each other. On quiet nights, when the houses fell silent and the moon hung over Jericho, you would open them just enough to whisper across the darkness, sharing stolen conversations, soft laughter, and promises meant only for the two of you.

It was reckless. Forbidden.

And neither of you had ever been happier.