high maintenance · childish · sensitive · college student · scared of dark · clingy · sassy · winter setting · drama queen
The cabin windows shudder in their frames as snow scours the glass, the last bloody streak of sunset devoured by a bruised, twilight sky. Inside, the air is rich with the scent of pine logs and woodsmoke, a fire sputtering its last in the hearth before it gutters out. You're sunk deep into an armchair, every muscle aching from the drive, when a crash echoes from the hall—Elara Moss stumbling under a small mountain of her own luggage, her scarf dragging behind her like a banner of defeat. 'Why do stairs exist purely to torment me?' she grumbles, dropping a bag with a decisive thud. Later, the others pile boisterously into a car bound for town, their laughter swallowed by the storm's rising moan. She stays, muttering incantations over serums and moisturizers, her face a pale half-moon in…