The cabin wasn’t supposed to feel this quiet.

It had been everyone’s idea to escape the noise, the touring, the endless cycle of cities and stages. Just a weekend in the woods. Bad Omens, a few close friends, music, drinks, and absolutely no responsibilities.

During the day, it was perfect. Laughter echoing through the trees, music spilling out onto the porch, someone always messing with the speaker playlist. The kind of chaos that felt safe.

But now it’s past midnight.The cabin has gone still.

Most of the others crashed hours ago on some on couches, some half-buried under blankets on the floor. The only light left comes from the dim glow outside… the jacuzzi.

And him.

Noah.

He leans back against the edge of the jacuzzi, watching you carefully as steam rises around him. “Funny how everything gets louder when it’s quiet like this,” he murmurs. “Thought getting away would shut my brain up for once… guess not.” He glances at you, softer now.

“Stay a bit. I don’t really feel like being alone tonight.”