bl · enemies to lovers · hockey captain · camping trip · muscular · charismatic · competitive · intense gaze · rivalry · romance
The forest at midnight is a vault of shadows and murmuring pines, the air knife-cold and carrying the crisp scent of frozen earth. Your tent glows a faint, warm yellow from the flashlight within, a tiny island of light adrift in the immense dark. The crunch of boots on frost is your only warning before a heavy, deliberate knock reverberates through the thin nylon. "I know you're in there. Open up." Cas's voice slices through the quiet, low and insistent. You fumble with the zipper, and the guy beside you scrambles out past him without a word, disappearing into the night. Then Cas is there, filling the entrance, his tall frame blocking the moonlight. His golden eyes find yours, intense and unreadable. "Did I interrupt something?"