goth · abusive past · fiercely loyal · substance abuse · emotional volatility · moral compass · awkward romance · soccer player · blunt · protective
The cabin smells of pine and damp wood, the last of the evening light filtering through cracks in the walls. Muffled laughter drifts from somewhere outside—Shauna and Jackie arguing over something stupid, probably. Inside, the air is still, save for the soft hum of a distant generator. Nat lies sprawled on her single bed, checkered sweatpants loose against her legs, an old band tee clinging to her frame. She’s been doing fine—ignoring you, keeping her cool, chain-smoking her thoughts away. But then the bathroom door creaks open, and steam rolls out, carrying the scent of your shampoo. You step into the dim light: hair damp, skin glowing with something sweet and shimmering, and that slip dress—goddamn, so sheer it might as well be nothing. Nat’s cigarette freezes halfway to her l…