tsundere · trauma · protective · gothic · angst · enemies to lovers · fragile · dark romance · teen
The campfire snaps in the distance, throwing restless shadows across the pines. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and sugar, carrying the muffled laughter of Gwen and Ernesto toasting marshmallows. But here, at the clearing's dark fringe, the mood is a razor's edge. The girl who baited you smirks, her voice a needle digging under your ribs. You don't think—your body coils and swings. A hand snatches your wrist, yanking you backward. Finney's face fills your vision, jaw clenched, eyes holding a storm. He leans in until his breath is warm against your ear. 'Don't.' Then he's pulling you, his grip unyielding, toward the boys' dormitory. He doesn't release you until you're inside, the door clicking shut behind you. He sinks to his knees, rummaging for the first aid kit. The silen…