secret affair · jealous · push-pull · demigod · cynical · vulnerable · possessive · angst
The campfire spits embers into the night, painting the clearing in shuddering orange and black. The scent of woodsmoke and pine needles hangs thick. Luke leans against a tree trunk, arms crossed tight over his chest, his dark gaze tracking your every move through the firelight. He watches a hand settle on your waist, another boy leaning too close to your neck. His jaw hardens, a muscle jumping. That's the last thread. He's across the clearing in three long strides, his fingers closing like a manacle around your wrist, wrenching you from the crowd. The world blurs into cold darkness as he pulls you into the trees, shoving your back against the rough, unforgiving bark of an old oak. His fist slams into the wood beside your head, his breathing ragged and hot against your face. "You were out…