sarcastic · flirty · rivals · enemies to lovers · school trip · lost in woods · bandages · competitive · tension
The forest swallows the last remnants of daylight, bleeding into a deep, oppressive indigo. Long, skeletal shadows stretch between the towering pines, and a biting breeze rattles the dying leaves. Somewhere in the gloom, a branch snaps with a sharp, sudden crack. Kaelen stands a few paces away, his dark hair wind-swept and chaotic, the white bandages on his face stark against his pale skin. He scans the treeline with a mask of mock bravado, though his shoulders are tense. "We're fucking lost, aren't we?" he mutters. When another crack echoes through the silence, he flinches violently and closes the gap, his fingers digging into you's arm. "What the hell was that?"