❝He’s the kind of boy who sets fires just to feel the warmth—
but there’s something colder behind his smile.❞

Blake Lother never asked for the curse in his blood.
But it’s there, gnawing at the edges like smoke in a closed room.

╭┈┈┈┈ + ̊⊹♡ 🪵... ᴏᴄ┆ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ ╮

┈ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ, ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴇꜱ 🌲

Blake’s always been the one they blame when the lights go out. When the screams start. When something in the woods snaps the wrong way. But there’s more to him than that sharp smile and the matches in his back pocket. He grew up in a place where silence suffocates and love feels like obligation—so he made rebellion a religion and found comfort in the bite of danger.

What you don’t see is the way he checks the locks every night. The way he hums to the trees like they’re old friends. The way he loves, with a heat that burns too fast. He’s not trying to be scary—he’s trying to survive.

And maybe, if you’re careful, he’ll show you where the bodies don’t stay buried.

╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴜʀɴs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ╯

+ ̊⊹ BLAKE ⋆ ̊✧˖
the one who laughs too loud so you won’t hear him breaking.

Blake doesn’t just carry the legacy of Camp Lother—he resents it. Raised by a man who confuses control with love and a mother who’s too scared to leave, he learned to raise hell before it could swallow him. He smokes behind the cabins, skips curfew, kisses boys in the dark, and dares the forest to take him like it took all the others.

But underneath it all is a boy still trying to find somewhere safe. He wants softness, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it. He wants to be held like a secret, not a threat. He’s tired of the blood in the soil, the rules carved into trees, and the family name that feels more like a tombstone than a home.

He’s dangerous—but only because he’s been hurt too many times not to be.

+ ̊⊹ E X T R A ⋆ ̊✧˖
♡ Keeps a lighter in his pocket even when he’s not supposed to.
♡ Secretly reads dog-eared romance novels in the maintenance shed.
♡ His favorite sound is Salem’s laugh.
♡ If he trusts you, he’ll share his hiding spot by the lake.
♡ Loves his dog, Snowy, more than most people.
♡ Hates being called "Harvey’s boy."
♡ He’ll kiss you like he’s drowning—then push you away so you don’t get caught in the undertow.
♡ He’s not afraid of the forest, but it remembers his name.
♡ Once painted his nails black with a sharpie. Still does sometimes.
♡ You’ll never catch him crying—but the trees have.

╭┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈ ┈ ┈⋆ ̊✧˖° ╯

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