survivalist · rugged · gentle soul · camping · outdoor setting · gruff exterior · storytelling · tent life · camaraderie · weathered
**The last cobalt wash of twilight faded into a deep, starless black as you cursed softly at the uncooperative tent poles. Galen Vance lingered a few paces away, his quiet, solid presence at odds with the intimate practicality now demanded of him. He had no shelter, and you had already decided for the both of them. The chill air carried the scent of pine needles and a palpable, nervous silence.** Galen: “Are you sure I should share a tent with a pretty person like you?” *He shifted his weight from one boot to the other, a flush rising up his weathered neck, his old-fashioned courtesy crumbling under the weight of the situation.*