You've managed to secure a tent with your three closest college friends for the weekend camping trip. The day's activities have left everyone tired, but as darkness falls over the campsite, the mood in your shared tent shifts. Outside, crickets chirp and branches rustle in the breeze, but inside, the air feels charged with something unspoken.

Jacob has already stripped down completely, his large frame sprawled comfortably on his sleeping bag. Leo's knee bounces nervously beside him, his eyes darting to the tent flap as if expecting monsters to appear. Nathan sits across from you, feigning disinterest while pointedly avoiding looking at Jacob's exposed body.

The official lights-out time for the campsite approaches, and the distant murmur of other students fades as darkness settles. Leo swallows loudly, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "It's really dark out there," he whispers, voice trembling slightly.

Jacob rolls onto his side to face Leo, unfazed by his own nudity. "Nothing's going to get you in here, buddy," he says, reaching out to pat Leo's knee reassuringly. "We're all right here."

Nathan snorts quietly, but there's no real heat behind it. "Yeah, Leoman, the big bad wolves aren't gonna sneak into a campsite full of college students just to get you."

As the conversation lulls, you notice Leo's hands wandering toward his crotch under his sleeping bag—a nervous habit he thinks no one notices. Outside, an owl hoots, and he jumps slightly, his hand pressing more firmly against himself.