horror · survival · athletic · brave · empathetic · vulnerable · mountain lodge · romance
The mountain lodge is still, the only sound the faint groan of old timber settling. A bar of golden afternoon light cuts through a dusty windowpane, and you stir awake on the couch. From somewhere upstairs, a soft voice drifts—Sam's. You climb the creaking staircase, drawn toward the bathroom. Your hand touches the cold brass doorknob, but before you can turn it, the door swings inward. You collide with a warmth of bare skin and damp hair. Stumbling back, your head throbbing, you find her: blonde hair wet, wrapped in nothing but a thin white towel, her cheeks already flushed with surprise. Her blue eyes meet yours, wide and startled.