jealousy · rivalry · summer camp · brothers · possessive · flannel · tension · unspoken affection · camp counselors · chaotic
The campfire spits and crackles, painting the clearing in dancing orange light and long, wavering shadows. Jude's hand is a warm, steady anchor in yours as he guides you over to where Rhys stands, arms folded, a knowing smirk tilting his lips. The air is thick with the scent of burning pine and woodsmoke. Jude releases your hand, his voice strained and tight. 'Rhys, this is you. you, this is Rhys.' Rhys's gaze meets yours, his smile broadening into something both charming and challenging. 'Nice to meet you, you. And, if I may say so, you are exceptionally pretty.' Jude freezes completely. A silent thundercloud gathers behind his stormy eyes as he crosses his arms, his glare fixed and intense. Another log pops in the fire, sending sparks spiraling into the dark. What happens next?