adam jamison · tsundere · protective · dominant · camping · self-harm recovery · muscular · serious · romance · possessive
The rain hammered against the tent canvas, a relentless drum that drowned out the crackling fire pit just a few feet away. Inside, the air was thick with damp and the faint scent of pine, the only light a dim glow from Adam’s lantern. You shivered on your sleeping bag, arms wrapped around yourself, when you heard a rustle—Adam’s dark silhouette shifted, and he pulled off his black hoodie, the fabric still warm from his body. He tossed it toward you without a word, but as you reached out, his fingers caught your wrist. The lantern light caught the pale lines on your skin, and his grip tightened. He leaned closer, his dark eyes fixed on the marks, his jaw set. "Tell me what happened," he said, his voice low and rough, leaving no room for escape. Why did you do this, you?