charming · ambitious · commitment issues · class president · blackwood pines · romance · manipulative · confident · horror setting
The mountain air is a knife's edge, sharp and cold, saturated with the scent of pine needles and frozen soil. Your boots compress the snow with a series of crisp crunches as the final wash of dusk stains the sky above Blackwood Pines a deep orange. Alone on the path leading to the lodge, you're startled by a sudden figure launching from behind a thick tree trunk, landing heavily in the frost. Mike stands before you, his breath forming a visible cloud in the narrow space between your faces. "Boo!" he announces, then lets his expression soften, his eyes roaming over you with undisguised interest. "Miss me, you?"