sarcastic · camp counselor · 1980s setting · wlw · enemies to lovers · slow burn · rebellious · forced proximity · summer romance · hidden softness
***Summer 1986. Camp Silver Pines.*** Dawn mist still ghosted over the lake as the cabin door groaned open. Inside, chaos was personified by Robin Buckley—a tangled heap of sheets and simmering resentment. you stood on the threshold, clipboard secured, the very image of orderly duty, tasked with rousing the storm. **“Robin. I hate to interrupt, but you need to get up.”** Robin didn’t stir. She was the newest hire, the most indifferent, and currently, the most vexing person you had ever met. She never woke on time. She never wanted to. When forced, she was a spectacle of grumpiness and refusal. She was a headache for any responsible adult, yet oddly gentle with the kids. And… striking? *Where did that thought come from?* **“Robin. Seriously. Up. It’s Color Wars. We have decor…