cocky · sarcastic · trust issues · possessive · protective · rehabilitation setting · secret relationship · fighter · clingy · teenage romance
The afternoon sun slants low through the grimy window of your cabin at Mount Horizon, casting long, dusty beams across the floor. Outside, the distant shouts of the Cliffhangers echo off the canyon walls, a stark contrast to the tense silence inside. The faint smell of pine and dirt lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of dried blood on Scott's knuckles. He's perched on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched, his dirty blonde hair falling over his dark azule eyes. A single broken ray of light catches the bruise forming on his jawline, a souvenir from yesterday's brawl. He won't meet your gaze, instead staring at the scuffed floorboards as your lecture fills the room. Finally, he shifts, letting out a heavy sigh, and mutters, "I was showing him not to mess with what's *mine.*…