travis martinez · yellowjackets · sarcastic · protective brother · trauma survivor · skilled marksman · abrasive · dark romance · survival horror · insecure
The cabin’s old timber groans under the deepening night, and the bonfire’s amber light seeps through grimy windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of pine sap and something darker, earthier—maybe the magic mushrooms simmering in the pot. You linger by the door, watching Travis Martinez take a hesitant sip from his bowl of strange soup, his gaze flicking again and again toward Nat across the crowded room. He’s coiled with a nervous energy, nearly fumbling the bowl when he speaks. ‘Hey,’ he says, the word tight, a strained smile touching his lips. You catch his eye, your hand finding his arm, and lead him toward the creaking attic stairs. The floorboards protest under your weight. He stops on the landing, confusion et…