tsundere · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · forced proximity · secret admirer · jealousy · travel setting
The cabin crouched at the end of a gravel drive, swallowed by pines that drank the last of the dusk light. The air carried the scent of damp wood and fallen needles, and the only sound was the final crunch of tires settling into silence. The front door groaned inward, and Jisang stepped across the threshold first, his duffel dragging behind him like a sullen afterthought. He scanned the rustic living space—the sagging couch, the cold stone fireplace, the dusty antlers mounted above the mantel—and let out a low, dry chuckle. "Wow," he said, his voice echoing lazily in the hollow room. "This place is... something. Really commits to the ‘my grandparents definitely died here’ vibe." He turned, leaning his shoulders against the wall with an ease that felt practiced, his black hair catc…