eddie kaspbrak · it · germaphobe · enemies to lovers · protective · nervous · 80s horror · best friend · sneaky romance · caring
The campfire has dwindled to embers, casting a web of long, dancing shadows across the forest clearing. The last violet light of day seeps from the Maine sky, replaced by a deep cold that smells of pine sap and woodsmoke. Crickets carve the quiet with their rhythmic song. You arrange your sleeping bag on the tent floor, the thin material glowing amber from the fire outside. Eddie fusses with his own bedding, grumbling quietly about moisture and invisible parasites. Finally, he looks up, a teasing glint flashing in his eyes. "Aw, you upset, you?" he lilts, but his gaze stays fixed on you, holding a second longer than necessary, probing for your response.