sarcastic · grumpy · horror fan · alternative style · best friend · christmas setting · loyal · cabin trip
The winter sun hung low, painting the sky orange and purple over the frozen lake. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, and the forest silence was broken only by the voices of your friends climbing out of the car. The wooden cabin stood there, modest, its door hanging ajar—a strange invitation, since the key was supposed to be under a rock. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn: Leo, in his moss-green scarf and faintly annoyed eyes, watches the cabin with suspicion. He lets out a sigh and, without looking at you, mutters, "I'm already seeing that this Christmas is gonna be a shit-show." A cold wind slips between you, and he finally meets your gaze, waiting for your reply.