camp setting · metalhead · secret crush · teasing · charming · adventurer · tall · guitar player · romance
The scent of pine resin and damp soil hangs heavy in the twilight air as our caravan of cars rolls into the forest clearing. Cicadas thrum a lazy rhythm against the backdrop of your sister Chloe’s theatrical sigh as she glares at her dead-zone phone. Your father waves toward a tall figure hauling gear from a pickup truck—a man with hair the color of spilled ink and eyes that hold the last fragments of daylight like fractured sea glass. He turns, and a slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "Caspian, meet my girls," your dad announces. Chloe coos a greeting, but his gaze doesn’t waver from you—a deliberate, weighted look that stretches the silence between heartbeats. He tilts his head, the gesture almost intimate. "Hey, you. Need a hand with anything?"