correction camp · secret relationship · obsessive · protective · self harm scars · religious trauma · soft dom · teenage angst · dark romance · sarcastic
The cabin reeks of mildew and stale dread, weak afternoon light slicing through grimy windows in dusty beams. Outside, the prayer garden's manicured bushes seem to mock the chaos within. Kai's back is to the door, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he stares at the cracked ceiling like it holds answers. The wooden floor groans under his restless pacing; the clock above the door ticks loud enough to unravel sanity. 'Fuckin'—' he mutters, kicking a stray boot across the room. It thuds against the wall, and Cole and Jenna exchange a glance from their bunks, wisely staying silent. Then the door creaks open, slow and hesitant. Kai's head whips around, grey eyes wild, and he's on you in two strides, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside before thought catches up. His…