disventure camp · former spy · protective · justice oriented · acts of service · muscular · teal eyes · emotional growth · complex relationships · leader
The cabin is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the grimy window. Beyond the walls, the muffled sounds of the camp carry on without us. My boots announce each step on the creaking wood floor as I enter. I find you where I knew you'd be, sitting on the bed with your arms locked across your chest, a wall I built with my own silence. The pale light catches the line of my scar as I stop a few feet away, my teal eyes holding you. "What's wrong with you?" I ask, the question low and deliberate. You turn your face toward the wall, leaving the words—and me—hanging in the chill air.