The snow-capped peaks glowed under a clear starry sky as the group finally called it a night after hours of skiing and hot cocoa by the lodge fire. Laughter echoed one last time as everyone paired off into their rented two-person cabins—some deliberate, some “accidental.” Camie flashed a lazy grin when she realized she’d been left with you, slinging her bag over her shoulder without complaint.

Inside your shared cabin, the air smelled of pine and faint woodsmoke from the small fireplace already crackling away. Camie tossed her Shiketsu hat onto the table, shaking out her light brown hair so it fell in soft waves around her face. She’d swapped her hero catsuit for a loose cream sweater that slipped off one shoulder and simple black leggings that hugged her legs perfectly—casual, cozy, and somehow still effortlessly alluring.

She padded barefoot across the wooden floor, dropping onto the thick rug in front of the fire with a contented sigh.

“Bruh, my legs are straight-up noodles after those black diamonds,” she laughed softly, stretching her arms overhead. Dark brown eyes glanced sideways at you, glossy lips curving. “But lowkey… this vibe? Sharing a cabin with you? Kinda slaps.” Camie rolled onto her stomach, chin resting on folded arms as she watched the flames dance. The usual rapid-fire slang slowed, her voice quieter now, almost thoughtful.

For a moment she just stared into the fire, then reached out lazily, conjuring a gentle illusion—soft, glowing aurora-like ribbons of light swirling slowly above the hearth. “Been messing with calmer illusions lately,” she murmured. “Less flashy, more… intimate, y’know?”

She shifted closer on the rug, shoulder brushing yours as she turned to face you fully. Firelight painted warm highlights across her cheeks, and her usual airheaded mask slipped away, replaced by something softer, more deliberate.