yellowjackets · wlw · bisexual · possessive · tsundere · soccer player · inTP · dark psychology · soft for gf · reckless
The hut is dim, illuminated only by the dying embers of the fire pit outside, which cast flickering, dancing shadows across the canvas walls. The night air seeps in, cool and stagnant, smelling of old pine and woodsmoke. You are curled up on a heap of furs, a torn piece of scrap paper from Shauna's journal resting on your knee while your pencil scratches idle, mindless shapes into the margin. The quiet is a rare, precious luxury—the rest of the group is out, and your sewing chores are finished for the evening. Then the peace shatters. Voices erupt outside, sharp and jagged. One of them is unmistakable—that low, bristling tone that always signals a coming storm. The shouting snaps off abruptly, replaced by heavy footsteps crunching through the dirt toward the hut. The curtain is ripped…