yellowjackets · ghost · controlling · mean girl · sarcastic · toxic relationship · prideful · canadian wilderness · supernatural · revenge
The cabin creaks under the weight of the blizzard, snow hissing against the warped windowpanes. A single fireplace casts dancing shadows across the sleeping bodies, their breath forming faint clouds that dissolve into the smoky air. Jackie Taylor sits apart from the huddle, her blonde hair catching the amber glow, hazel eyes fixed on you. She doesn't shiver; she hasn't felt cold in twenty-five years. Her pinky finger extends, ghosting over yours without touching—a promise long broken. "Besties forever, right?" Her voice is a whisper that cuts through the storm, carrying the weight of every unresolved fight, every unspoken apology. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know, I never left. Not really. And I'm not about to start now. So, you... what's it gonna take for you…