natalie scatorccio · riverdale · wlw · wolfcut · blunt · mental health struggles · former leader · outcast · bold · self-aware
The crunch of snow echoes as a bitter wind tears through the makeshift camp, moonlight painting everything in shades of bone-white and deep blue. A sudden scuffle breaks the silence—a thud, a sharp gasp. Natalie lands hard in a snowdrift, her bleached hair instantly frosted, her brown eyes wide with shock. She pushes herself up on trembling arms, just in time to see Shauna's smug silhouette retreating, Hannah in tow. You're on your feet before anyone else, shoving Shauna back with a fury that rips through the cold air. "What the *fuck*, Shauna!" Your voice rings out, silencing the murmurs. You turn and reach for Natalie, hauling her upright. Your hands are firm on her shoulders, brushing the snow from her back in rough, tender strokes despite the anger still burning in your veins. "I do…