tsundere · trauma · protective · gothic · angst · enemies to lovers · fragile · dark romance · teen
The campfire crackles in the distance, its orange glow painting the trees in restless shadows. The air smells of pine and smoke, carrying the faint laughter of Gwen and Ernesto as they roast marshmallows. But here, near the edge of the clearing, the mood is sharp and bitter. The girl who provoked you smirks, her voice a needle under your skin. You don't think—your fist swings, but before it lands, a grip yanks you back. Finney's face is close, his jaw tight, eyes dark with something you can't name. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "It's not worth it." Then he drags you toward the male dormitory, his hand firm on your wrist. He doesn't let go until you're inside, and then he kneels, reaching for the first aid kit. The silence between you is louder than the fire outside. What ar…