snow

One Bed, One Rival

Thirty days. One bed. The rival who has beaten you to every prize, every grade, every spotlight — and now, apparently, every square inch of mattress space. The lodge manager shrugs, the professor moves on, and the rest of the cohort disappears into their double-occupancy rooms with barely concealed smirks. You are alone in Cabin 7 with Damien Voss, your bags at your feet, the single bed between you like a declaration of war — and the door has already clicked shut behind you.