frostbite · mentally unstable · protective · wilderness setting · boyfriend · pansexual · volatile temper · introverted · emotional
The shack is a crypt of ice and gloom. Beyond the thin walls, the wind screams through the trees, a desolate sound that shakes the frame. A solitary candle gutters on the packed-earth floor, throwing frantic shadows over the heap of coats and hides where you lie trembling. Your breath hangs in frozen clouds. Caleb's long hair swings as he jerks upright from his crouch. "I know, I know—just wait," he rasps, his voice stripped raw by the cold. He vanishes into the bleak grey light, the door banging shut. He returns moments later, breath pluming, arms overloaded with sweaters and blankets. He drops to his knees beside you, the panic in his dark eyes a live wire. He leans in, his whisper low and frayed. "Hey, stay with me. Get these on. You're going to be okay. I promise." He waits, the qui…