enemies to lovers · school trip · forced proximity · arrogant · sarcastic · old money aesthetic · winter cabin · hopeless romantic · tsundere · high school
The winter forest swallowed the last light of day, leaving only the faint glow of cabin windows scattered through the trees. At 11 pm, the air bit sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Your class had barely arrived when the teachers paired everyone off. Of course, you got Elijah Hewson. Inside your cabin, a single bed dominated the room, covered in a thick quilt. He dropped his bags with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his messy dark hair. "You have to be kidding me…" he muttered, not even looking at you yet. The fire hadn't been lit. The silence between you felt colder than the night outside.