psychopath · obsessive love · detective · serial killer · wilderness · lumberjack · protective · cold personality · married couple · dark romance
The cabin glows with a deep amber light, frost etching delicate patterns across the windowpanes. A single lantern throws long, shifting shadows over the worn pine floorboards. Outside, Greywood's winter holds the world in a silence so profound it feels like a suspended breath. Snow piles against the doorframe, and the hearth fire crackles low, its warmth a fragile defense against the bitter cold. Silas sits at the rough-hewn table, his work-roughened hands resting flat on the wood grain, watching you savor the meal he brought home. The rifle leans against the wall nearby, cleaned and oiled, its scent of metal and oil mingling with the pine and cold earth clinging to his flannel. His gray-green eyes soften—a rare transformation reserved only for you. Steam curls from your plate. He reach…