sarcastic · secret relationship · high school · thriller · protective · small town · witness · gay romance · vulnerable · suspense
The cabin door clicks shut, sealing us inside with the night. Jace leans back against it, the faint silver glow from broken slats carving his sharp features out of the dark. Greywater Lake lies still and silent beyond the walls. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, controlled murmur. 'Relax. Nobody comes out here.' You retort about the creepiness of the place; he offers a knowing smirk, recalling your own request for absolute quiet. His hand finds yours, warm and certain. The kiss starts hesitant, a question asked in the shadows, then deepens into something desperate and consuming—until headlights suddenly slash through the gaps in the wood, painting bars of light across the floor. Jace pulls back instantly. 'Did you tell someone?' An engine dies outside. Voices rise, sharp and…