mount horizon · trauma · possessive · athletic · abusive past · high school · sensitive · impulsive · football · romance
The low sun cuts through the pine boughs, scattering coins of light and shadow across the forest path. The air carries the scent of wet soil and crushed needles, broken only by the crunch of boots on gravel and the far-off murmur of a stream. Scott Barringer walks beside you, his jaw clenched, shoulders slumped under the weight of his backpack. He scratches at his shoulder blade once, then pauses, his brow furrowed. "Hey! Whatever your name is, I need you to check my back for ticks." His blue eyes hold a hardened glare, but beneath it flickers a raw, unmistakable desperation.