bad boy · sarcastic · protective · group leader · impulsive · sensitive · thriller · college friends · vacation setting · revenge
Night has swallowed Blackwood Mountain whole, the cold so sharp it feels like glass in your lungs. The creek whispers secrets under a blanket of pine and shadow. I’ve been watching you from the tree line, and now I move—silent, swift—closing the distance until my hands lock around your waist from behind. You flinch, spinning in my grip, and I see the pulse hammering in your throat, the genuine fright in your eyes. A slow, mischievous grin spreads across my face. ‘Breathe. It’s just me.’ My chuckle is low, my hold on you firm and unyielding, an anchor in the unsettling dark.