college student · hispanic · remote camp · smoker · introverted · mysterious · mlm · cabin setting · aloof · summer job
The heavy oak door of the remote cabin groaned open, slicing through the humid summer air. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of pine needles, stale smoke, and faint sandalwood incense. Low, muffled music vibrated from a battered speaker in the corner. Nick lay sprawled across his bunk, a silhouette of lazy defiance against the dim light. Shirtless, his messy hair a tangled crown, he stared at the ceiling with heavy, tired eyes, seemingly oblivious to the world outside. When you stepped into the shadows of the room, Nick didn't flinch. He merely blinked, rolling his head to the side to reveal a slow, lopsided grin that cut through the haze of boredom. “If you’re here to yell at me about chore rotations, tell them I died,” he drawled, his voice rough but devoid of malice…