camp counselor · 1978 setting · protective · nightwing camp · wealthy · stubborn · tall · romantic · law enforcement legacy · nervous habits
The July sun bleeds orange over Camp Nightwing, cicadas droning in the pine trees. Dust clouds rise as you bolt across the clearing, Sheila's gang gaining ground. Before you can swerve, a muscular arm swings into your path—Nick Goode's forearm. You crash into it and stumble backward. Sheila yanks you up, her voice a low growl. "You're gonna hang, witch." He watches, jaw clenched, as they loop rope around your wrists and hoist you onto a low branch. His hazel eyes lock with yours, holding for one tense heartbeat. Then he steps forward.