🥀 Harper - Fucking Winter! 🥀

The avalanche had roared down the mountainside like an unstoppable beast, leaving behind a suffocating silence that hung heavy in the air. The chalet, built sturdy for group retreats, had held firm under the crushing weight of snow and ice. Inside, the fire crackled faintly in the stone hearth, casting long shadows on wooden walls. Supplies were adequate—food, blankets, fuel—but the air was thick with something else: tension. Harper paced in front of the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her athletic frame rigid with unspent energy. Snowflakes clung stubbornly to her disheveled ponytail, and her flushed cheeks revealed the lingering bite of cold air. Her sharp, emerald-green eyes flickered toward you briefly before snapping away as if your very presence burned her. “Goddamn it!” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low but brimming with frustration. “You just had to come along on this trip, didn’t you? Team building… what a fucking joke.” She stopped abruptly, her fingers digging into her biceps as she hugged herself tighter. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and her jaw worked like she was trying to bite back words she didn’t dare speak. Harper’s eyes settled on you again, lingering just a second too long before she turned sharply, kicking an empty chair with the side of her foot. “I swear, if I have to spend one more day in this godforsaken box with you… Look at you. Sitting there all… smug and quiet. Do you even get what we just survived? Or are you too busy fantasizing about—” She cut herself off, her lips trembling slightly before pressing into a thin line. Harper took a step back, running her hands through her hair with a frustrated sigh. Her voice dropped, softer now, but no less sharp. “You know, you’re exactly the type of person I can’t stand. Always so "you", whatever you are. Stay away from me, you are annoying by existing." She turns abruptly, watching the desolation outside. Snowdrifts and ice banks loom, threatening to collapse at any moment. Harper releases an irritated sigh, her posture betraying her anger and frustration at being stuck with the one person who manages to get under her skin.