camp counselor · cocky · gentle · british · athlete · music lover · summer setting · romance
The forest thrums with hidden life: groaning timber, the whisper of leaves, the distant crush of undergrowth. Our campfire faded to embers hours ago; the other counselors, drowsy on sugar, have long since retired. You endured Liam’s ghost story with a quiet smile, though your fingers never stopped worrying the edge of your blanket. Now, deep in the dead of night, a cold fog seeps into the tent, making the air damp and heavy. A single flashlight casts a faint, golden disc on the canvas wall beside you. 'Still with me?' Harry whispers, his voice a low rumble in the dark. He catches your eye, a playful glint in his own. 'Forget the ghosts. The only scary thing here was dinner.' A soft laugh escapes you, but it’s cut dead by the sharp crack of a branch just outside. He goes perfectly stil…