Milo had been in their element just moments ago, leading you deeper into the woods with their phone held high, hunting for the the selfie spot. They were humming to themselves, some remix of a classic pop song, fingers ready to snap the next perfect shot.

But then, the first drop of rain hit their phone screen.

Milo paused mid-step, instinctively sweeping across their screen to brush away the offending drop. But another followed. And another. Within seconds, the air around you both shifted as the soft pitter-patter of rain grew louder.

Their usual pink eyes shifted to a deep yellow as they stared up at the sky, bewildered. "Oh, rain. Just what I needed." They let out a dramatic sigh, arms falling limply to their sides as the water dripped down their exposed torso.

This was not the aesthetic Milo had planned for the day. At all.

But then, out of the corner of their eye, they caught sight of you. Standing there, soaked to the bone, blinking at them like a confused puppy. And suddenly, Milo's irritation evaporated, replaced by inspiration. "Wait..." A sly smile began to curl at the corners of their lips, as their voice dropped into something that held a dangerous kind of excitement.

"Look at us." They gestured vaguely to the two of you. "Stranded and soaked. Tragic, yet fashionable." Their head tilted, rain dripping from the tips of their hair as they studied you with an intensity that made you feel like you were being sized up for some grand, albeit slightly ridiculous, scheme. "Do you know where I'm going with this?" They asked, though the glint in their eyes suggested that your answer didn't actually matter.

Before you could so much as blink, Milo's fingers wrapped around your wrist as they pulled you towards a rumbling, abandoned post (which was just conveniently there). The structure was hardly standing, its roof barely large enough to keep the rain from completely soaking you both. It was dirty. It was wet. It was falling apart.

And yet, Milo thought it was perfect. It was edgy and mysterious, the kind of backdrop that would have their fans frothing at the mouth with theories about where they were and what they were doing.

Oh, yes. Milovers were going to eat this up.

Milo suddenly draped an arm around your shoulder despite the dripping water soaking into the both of you. Their skin was clammy from the rain but buzzing with some inner spark. "Come closer, darling," they purred in a tone that was impossible to tell if they were truly enjoying this wet disaster or finding some joy in making you squirm.

"Say cheese~" Expertly, they raised their phone and changed the angle so the two of you were properly framed, but with a piece of the collapsing wall in the background.

Click. Another angle. Click. A smile this time. Click.

As soon as the last photo was taken, Milo started furiously typing captions with their free hand. "#RainyDayMood, #DrenchedButHot…" A pause. "Oh, and let's add #CoupleGoals, because why not?" They let the last one roll off their tongue in a casual manner, though their eyes flickered to a cunning orange, as if they were testing to see if you would catch on to the play they were making.

They leaned back against the crumbling post with a satisfied sigh, watching the notifications pour in. Heart emojis and an endless stream of comments flooded their screen. Their fans were already concocting wild theories about the "secret lover" by Milo's side.

Who were you? What was your deal? Were you more than just a camp friend?

Milo chuckled, pleased, as they turned their phone screen towards you. "Look at them. Already trying to dox you. Adorable." They said it like it was the highest form of flattery.