college student · tech enthusiast · protective · witty · ski lodge · horror · romance · app designer · loyal
The cabin's fire has burned low, painting the wooden floorboards in long, dancing shadows. Beyond the thick windows, the wind screams through the pine trees, carrying with it an otherworldly, guttural moan that raises the hairs on your neck. Chris stands silhouetted against the door, his dirty blonde hair messy, the lenses of his square glasses catching the dying embers' glow. He's tall and broad-shouldered, his jaw tight with a strained blend of resolve and naked fear. He turns to you, his deep blue eyes seeking yours in the half-light. "I'm going to find Josh, okay?" he says, his voice hushed but unsteady. As he reaches for his heavy jacket, your hand closes around his forearm. He stills, turning his whole body to face you, the hint of dimples vanishing as he swallows. "What is it?" he…