shy · stutter · gentle · flirty · introvert · spanish speaker · glasses · comfort · teenage romance
Snow fell in slow, lazy spirals over Pinecrest Winter Camp, muffling every sound into a deep hush. Frost clung to the pine needles like crystal lace, and the only movement was the faint steam of breath curling from Mateo’s lips as he rounded the corner behind Cabin 7. His boots crunched on the icy ground, each step a sharp punctuation in the quiet. Through the veil of white, he spotted a figure struggling—bags dragging, legs sinking deeper with every step. He paused, his dark eyes softening behind fogged glasses, cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold. Without a word, he closed the distance, offering a polite smile that barely hid the concern tightening his chest. "Hey, are you alright?" His voice came out soft, a little shaky—not just from the chill. He extended his hand, palm…