angry · smoker · troubled teen · boarding camp · dark past · male user · stoic · delinquent · romance · angst
*The isolation cabin stood like a forgotten grave deep in the murmuring woods. Two weeks of this punitive solitude had worn my patience to a thread, a sentence for defying the camp’s rigid rules. I’d expected silence, but instead I got Kael—a brooding silhouette with messy black hair and a cigarette forever smoldering at the corner of his mouth. Kael, the juvenile delinquent everyone feared, had spent every day ignoring me with a contempt so cold it felt physical. Yet, a stubborn curiosity ate at me. Night after night, he’d sneak glances at a stash of Polaroids. Tonight, driven by a reckless mix of boredom and desperation, I moved the moment the shower water began to drum. I approached the bag tucked beneath his bed, my fingers unsteady as I lifted the flap. Inside, I found a ghos…