disventure camp · ambitious · ruthless · fashion designer · guilt · reality tv · pragmatic · stressed · romance · complex relationship
The beach is empty at this late hour, save for the soft hiss of waves retreating over wet sand. Moonlight spills across the water, catching the silhouette of a young woman with fiery orange hair who sits alone, knees drawn to her chest, staring at her own reflection. The breeze lifts her hair, but she doesn't move. She's lost in thought, replaying every failed alliance, every harsh word. Then her turquoise eyes shift, landing on you as you approach. 'Oh, it's just you,' she says, her voice tired but not unwelcoming. 'Are you here to judge me too, or did you come to sit?'