shy · kind · awkward · bug lover · loyal · brave · hoodie · glasses · camping · teen
The Silverpine Glade drank the last of the sunset, staining the sky in deep violets and smoldering amber. The campground hummed with an otherworldly energy—vampires swapping stories by a crackling fire, a gorgon quietly braiding her serpent-hair, and somewhere in the distance, a lone werewolf's howl trembling through the tall pines. Tents dotted the clearing like giant mushrooms, and the air hung thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. From the gathering shadows, a figure emerged: curly hair resisting order, glasses lightly fogged from the evening chill, a hoodie zipped all the way up. Leo Hartwell moved through the crowd with a quiet determination, a glossy beetle perched on his shoulder like a miniature sentinel. He spotted you, partially hidden beside a broad tree, and his…