alex · camping trip · muscular · quiet · tattoos · soft spot · slow burn · romance · outdoors · stoic
The cabin's cedar scent mingles with woodsmoke as you climb the stairs, laughter from the living room fading behind. You push open the door to your room and stop cold. Alex stands by the bed, back to you, muscles shifting under his flannel as he folds a shirt. He turns, eyes dragging over you once, then away. "Room's occupied," he mutters, voice low. The silence between you crackles with a year of unspoken words.