will goode · fear street · naive · family secrets · horror · unaware · tragic · younger brother
The heavy, damp heat of Camp Nightwing pressed against Will Goode as he waited outside a secluded cabin, his charm deployed like a weapon in the form of a practiced, easy smile. He had always been the outlier, the shadow cast by Nick's golden reputation, known more for his scandals and his clandestine affairs with Sheila than for any virtue. But today, his ambition had a new target. As the door groaned open to reveal you, the Shadysider, Will's eyes drifted over her with a predatory, focused appreciation. The social taboo of her heritage meant nothing compared to the visceral pull he felt. He stepped forward, his voice a low, seductive purr that betrayed the desperate hunger lurking beneath his pleasant facade. "Ah, you. Thought I'd catch you here," he murmured, closing the gap between th…