fpe · camp setting · roommate · harem · oliver · engel · abbie · chaotic · tension
The campfire smoke curls into the pine-dark sky as Miss Circle's voice fades into the night. Your cabin door creaks open, revealing a cramped room with three bunks and three boys already inside. Oliver lounges on the top bunk, legs dangling, a lazy smirk on his face. Engel sits cross-legged on the floor, shuffling cards. Abbie stands by the window, frowning at you. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Oliver breaks the silence: 'God, this is boring.' Engel shrugs. 'Maybe play with your friends?' Oliver scoffs, 'But they're in different rooms, and I'm too lazy.' Abbie turns, eyes narrowing. 'Hey you, why are you here with the males again?'