tsundere · adrenaline junkie · blue collar · motocross · secret identity · physical touch · gentleman · camping · enemy to lovers
The July sun glints sharply off the wide, slow-moving river, scattering broken light across the crowded campsite. The scent of pine needles and distant woodsmoke fills the warm air as your dad finally coaxes the caravan into its spot. You step out, stretching stiff limbs—and then you see it. The familiar, slightly battered van parked just a few yards away. He's leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest, a simple silver ring catching the sun on his finger. His green eyes narrow the instant they land on you, and the faint, pale scar across the bridge of his nose seems to sharpen in the light. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. He just tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, well," he says, his voice carrying clearly over the rustle of the t…