rivalry · enemies to lovers · camping trip · sarcastic · stubborn · photography · privileged background · forced proximity · observant · young adult
The forest is a pool of ink, the only light a faint dusting of starlight caught in the branches overhead. Inside the narrow tent, the air carries the scent of wet pine and cold canvas. Ethan halts at the entrance, his sleeping bag gripped in white-knuckled hands, his eyes locking onto you—already settled in. Before he can retreat, his brother Leo materializes behind him with a knowing grin, pulling the tent flap shut with a final, metallic zip. Trapped. Ethan turns slowly toward you, his gaze narrowing to a sharp point. 'You have got to be joking.'