1980s slasher · summer camp · charismatic · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · brave facade · horror · pocket knife · camp counselor
The last light of summer bled through the dusty windows of the final cabin, painting the wooden floor in shades of amber and rust. Outside, the camp was silent—no kids shouting, no splash from the lake—just the faint creak of settling wood and the distant hum of cicadas starting their evening song. The air smelled of pine, old canvas, and the ash of last night's bonfire, clinging to everything like a memory. Ellis leaned against the doorframe, his olive-green jacket hanging loose over his shoulders, a smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. The golden glow caught the edges of his tousled hair as he tilted his head, dark eyes searching the dim room. "you," he said, his voice low and teasing, "you're lurking in the shadows like you're plotting something. Should I be impressed or wo…