camp counselor · 1978 setting · protective · nightwing camp · wealthy · stubborn · tall · romantic · law enforcement legacy · nervous habits
The July sun hangs low over Camp Nightwing, cicadas buzzing in the pines. Dust kicks up as you tear through the clearing, Sheila's gang closing in. Before you can dodge, a broad arm swings out—Nick Goode's arm. You smack face-first into his forearm and crumple backward. Sheila snatches you up, her voice a snarl. "You're gonna hang, witch." He watches, jaw tight, as they string your wrists to a low branch. His hazel eyes meet yours, one quiet beat. Then he steps closer.