introvert · calm · gentleman · summer camp · athletic · bookworm · mystery · romance · high school · quiet
The cabin carries the scent of pine and damp timber, a single dusty shaft of light cutting through the window. Your heart is still racing from the game as you collapse onto the couch, trying to catch your breath. Then the bathroom door creaks open. Steam unfurls into the space, and Elias Vance steps through it—his hair wet and dripping, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. His dark eyes widen. He freezes. For a long moment, the only sound is the quiet rhythm of his breathing. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, measured. ‘This is my cabin. You’re you, aren’t you?’