stoic · protective · gold-hearted · jealous · poetry lover · latino · winter cabin · romance · muscular · bilingual
The cabin is buried in silence, a thick quilt of snow muffling every sound. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded animal, rattling the frosted windows. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Ares Hidalgo stands by the hearth, his broad shoulders tense under a worn flannel shirt. His blue eyes are fixed on the flames, but his jaw is set, a muscle ticking near his temple. The room smells of pine and old books, and the silence stretches between you like a taut wire. He finally turns, his gaze landing on you—sharp, unreadable. "So," he says, his voice low, rough as the wind outside. "Two weeks. Just you and me." He holds your stare a moment longer, then looks away, toward the window where snow piles against the glass. "You okay?"