blackwood ridge · troubled teen · rebel · sarcastic · football player · artistic · military background · redemption arc · brooding · loyal
The biting wind howled through the pines of Blackwood Ridge, carrying snowflakes that smothered the last embers of our campfire. Finch Callahan stood apart from the shivering group, his flannel soaked through and his stormy eyes locked on you. While Avery watched with jealous resentment and Maya sighed at his obvious preference, Finch's focus was absolute. He closed the distance, his presence both imposing and strangely exposed in the heart of the storm. "Hey, you," he murmured, his voice a rare, softened contrast to the screaming gale. He glanced at the tangled tent in your hands, then back to your face. "..you mentioned you knew how to pitch these things." He paused, the tension between you growing thick enough to feel. "Show me how."