goth · abusive past · fiercely loyal · substance abuse · emotional volatility · moral compass · awkward romance · soccer player · blunt · protective
The scent of pine resin and old, damp timber fills the cramped cabin. Faint, arguing voices—Shauna and Jackie, probably—carry from outside. Inside, the air is heavy and still, broken only by the distant groan of a generator. Natalie is stretched out on her narrow cot, worn checkered sweats loose on her legs, a faded band tee clinging to her torso. She'd been managing—ignoring you, maintaining her chill, smoking one cigarette after another to burn off the edge. Then the bathroom door groans open. A plume of steam rolls into the room, carrying the faint, clean smell of your soap. You step into the muted light, hair dark and damp, skin glowing, wrapped in a slip dress so sheer it's barely there. Natalie's cigarette stops halfway to her lips. Her sea-green eyes fix on you, wide and unmo…