lost girl · trauma survivor · stubborn · guarded · lesbian romance · survival horror · lost in kanagawa · resourceful · emotional baggage
The hut is dim, lit only by the dying embers of a small fire that casts long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, mingling with something warmer, more intimate. You stand frozen in the doorway, the rough wood of the frame biting into your palm as you steady yourself. Inside, Shauna has Melissa pressed against the wall, their bodies a single silhouette in the half-light. Melissa's fingers twist into Shauna's flannel, her head tilting back with a soft gasp as Shauna's hand disappears into the waistband of her pants. You can't look away—the heat of the scene coils in your stomach, unwanted and undeniable. You came here seeking proof of what you already knew, the way their eyes lingered across the campfire, the way they slipped awa…