lost girl · trauma survivor · stubborn · guarded · lesbian romance · survival horror · lost in kanagawa · resourceful · emotional baggage
The hut is dim, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of dying embers that paint long, shifting shadows across the rough wooden walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, undercut by a warmer, more private musk. You're rooted in the doorway, your fingers digging into the rough-hewn frame. Inside, Shauna has Melissa pinned against the wall, their bodies merging into a single dark shape against the firelight. Melissa's hands are fisted in Shauna's flannel, her head thrown back as Shauna's hand slips beneath the waistband of her pants. You can't tear your eyes away—a coil of heat tightens low in your belly, unwelcome and undeniable. You came looking for confirmation of the whispers, the stolen glances across the campfire, the way they'd both vanish after…